I want someone to bury my memories
In a ditch.
I want to be there to bury it with them.
I want to pour gasoline on it,
and set it on fire.
I want them to watch.
I want them to see.
All my memories become the smoke
That we breathe.
And then I want to watch them
wonder...
Why they are
c h o k i n g
YOU ARE READING
NORMAL THINGS | Poetry
PoesiaMy thoughts are too crazy to be said. And too loud to be unheard. ~ A Collection of Revised Poetry ~
