i wonder, when you think about me and all the things you think i was, and did do you remember that i was seventeen? do you know that you traumatized me? do you know that there is a year that i don't remember because of you?
i wonder, when you think about me and visit all my old haunts lurking, looking for a weakness a nearly healed wound to open back up again i wonder, do you still see me as the predator and not the prey?
i wonder, when you think about me do you remember what really happened or just what you told them? have the lies transformed changed shape, through sheer will and become the truth? what am i to you?
i wonder, when you think about what happened in southern california do you remember my words my trembling body in your arms the tears that never seemed to stop the photos you cropped me out of or just the things you'd decided that i'd done?
a painting knocked off the wall while i slept on the couch that i couldn't have reached standing up a statue that i did my best to fix the ***** in the sink that nobody saw the nine panic attacks that just had to be fake do you even remember the truth?
i wonder, when you think about me in the night, wherever you live now do you still hurt, deep down like a scar that never healed do you carry regrets in your heart or is there just the satisfaction that nobody will ever know what you really did to me?