Sometimes I imagine
What it would be like
If I lifted a quadrant of my skull
And let you eat the parts of my brain
that contain the memories of you.
I think you'd dive right in
Just to chew them up and spit it out.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
Sometimes I imagine
What it would be like
If I lifted a quadrant of my skull
And let you eat the parts of my brain
that contain the memories of you.
I think you'd dive right in
Just to chew them up and spit it out.
Request permission to use this poem