what they said runs through my head

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All the things she said

are running through my head,

bouncing back and fourth,

reminding me I can't escape my stead.


A visitor that will never leave;  

impulsive memories that will never leave my head.

I wish I could forget

all the things she said,

words like a corset,

suffocating and only to

be taken off by a friend.


A ghost of my past,

that will never pass.

statements repeating themselves,

reminding of me of the cast

I have formed to protect myself,

from the words that slipped their lips into my

now bed-ridden head

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