I sometimes struggle to forget And that can come with a price Memories are like ghost My breath fills the air like smoke A signal of their approach When I sleep They climb into bed with me Settling in comfortably Evoking dreams that I see when Iām awake I have a kind soul and a big heart But Nonchalant A trauma response Thicken my skin not my heart But as of late Hate has been making its way in A result Of feeling love sweet as honey Neglect bitter as lemons The two I mixed, made into a drink One sip And my old self ceased to exist I just wished I was warned it would be like this