Poetry. Fiction and memories: which is what?

Remember.

I´m so tired to fall in the same game.

To be okay one day,

And then, remember all…

And feel alone,

Apart from the world.

It’s no fair for me,

No fair for what we used to be.

I’m so fucking tired,

To remember those days

Again, and over again…

Every single day.

It’s doesn’t matter

If I look to any other direction,

You always find a way

To came to my mind,

No matter how much I tried,

How much I can distract myself

There’s always a reason

To ever remember.