Unjaded swift memories
flood my inquisitive mind
easily yet forcefully.
Seeing you again,
watching you smile,
hearing your laugh,
and sitting on your lap
remind me of the games
you played with my feeble head.
How could you expect
a child like me to
understand the drama
you thrust upon my
tiny soul.
Who did you think
I was? Who did you
want me to become?
Where was your heart
in all of the stories?
Where were you when
rain beat down my
corrupted dreams.
And now I know
just who you were
and what you wanted.
Though those day
you were my friend
still haunt me
like the ghost of your past.
I still remember it all
the taste of your words
that poisoned my soul.
The smell of your
potent dreamless
thoughts and solid
fears and bravery.
The feel of your arms
around me when you
wanted me to fall
for your poor me
victimized scenarios.
The sound of you
breaking my heart
each night then again
when the sun rose.
And most of all
I remember watching
you tear up everyone
and everything
in your smooth path.
I often get these
ghost flashes from
being under your
so called care and
fading from my true self
into the transfigured beast
you wanted instead.