You don't deserve to live on these pages
you don't deserve to walk free through my mind.
I will lock the memory of you
in the box
in the darkest corner of my mind
where all the bad things lays.
When I will talk about you
when I will bring your memory back to life
I will not remember as a nice person
I will talk about you as trauma
as something that left a nasty scar
that infected
all the flowers
growing in me.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
You don't deserve to live on these pages
you don't deserve to walk free through my mind.
I will lock the memory of you
in the box
in the darkest corner of my mind
where all the bad things lays.
When I will talk about you
when I will bring your memory back to life
I will not remember as a nice person
I will talk about you as trauma
as something that left a nasty scar
that infected
all the flowers
growing in me.
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