You saved me,
But you didn't.
You broke me,
But you didn't.
You left me,
But you didn't.
Now your crying and you need me?
What to do, what to do?
You see I've been needing you for a long time.
You didn't listen. No one ever listened!
Now we sit by the fire
We see images in the fire of what we used to be and what we are now.
We cry at night because we thought we were the ones who fucked up.
We keep denying that no one ever fucked up.
It just wasn't there in the first place.
We realize that it's just a little bit too late when we walked in and found each other freezing under the beige blanket we both hated.
Who's fault is that?
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Hey little stalkers especially Harry! You might recognize some of the words from the short story "When We Were Us." But I really don't care! Have a great day or night. (Pick one or both)
YOU ARE READING
Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
