A jughead

Sometimes I forget you
But most of the times I miss you
Missing you is not a habit
Forgetting you is not my mistake.

Where it hoped far ago
Detest surfaces intruding hope.
No more the bell rings
No more the heart throbs.

I thought we were in a circle
We will never be lost.
But you wake me up from my dream
And you showed the crossway.

How wonderfully I receive your salutation!
Criticizing and beseeching alongside
You repeat I am the wrong
And plead to come back.

I never block out your shed
I must be a jughead
I wanna forgive you
But I don’t wanna be with you.