1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)

Deserter

You're slick,

I know.

You'd rather be free

So you tuck your tail in,

 between those legs of yours

 you like to use for getting away from the problems you can't handle,

And turn tail and run and most importantly flee

from what exactly? maybe life gave you too many lemons to choke down that throat of yours

You know, the one used to house those vocal cords that spit lies and empty promises?

Aw I'm sorry sweetheart.

Is the world too scary for you?

Too bad you can't man up quick enough and put a knife in that hand  

you like to use for empty gestures to fend for yourself,

you dirty, dirty poser.

While you're at it why don't you smile for the camera dear?

since you're standing here in that empty stance of yours

getting ready to make a beeline for the exit

so that you may once again avoid your problems

You are so clever!

Too bad you couldn't take it anymore.

What's not to love?

Life's just like that baby, 

but you are afraid of the things you cared about

coming back and laying you flat on that ass of yours

that you're always saving from little sweet nothings.

Thought you said you love someone,

Yet it was a love you couldn't grasp yet.

You poor innocent child!

Grow up.

People aren't playthings to be had and lost 

underneath the bed and bookshelf. 

You're in that closet of yours of self-pity and denial despite the Deeds you've done.

What brave young soul you are.

Your life is a sad story isn't it?

You are dead wrong.

It get's better.

So stick life before it's stuck for you.