I was too young
When we met

If I could turn back time
I wouldn’t

Our worlds tear us apart
They eat away at our souls
They make me feel so insignificant

Worthless
You go “home” and shove the image of me
So far back into your soul
That it might seem
To the one who doubts
That you forgot
But we both know
You never could

You
Held me with only enough time to
Watch the sun rise and set
Between the short passing of
Forty-eight hours

Stay
I’m trying
To make you a part
Of this