God, all I've been doing lately is poetry

There's a reason.
I can't forget you--
you are my black hole;
you suck it all in
and leave nothing inside me.
I wish you could know what
you've done
to me.
From strung-out
to someone.

I want to forget.
Let me leave.
You force me to stay,
your memory makes me
question everything.
You make me ignorant.
No reason--
no reason for me to care
but I do.
And I can't forget you.