Nov 2014
So if you feel you cannot love me
Let me kiss you one last time
and in the potion of my tears I'll wipe
away the laughter lines of your memory
of Our Year
All of the Good ones
The Stupid
The Happy
The Dull
The Weird
Your Beard
So that ifwhen you leave me
My mark of imperfection must leave you.
Mustn't leave a trace
Except for the single crinkle on
your face when I made you
laugh.
You mustn't regret a thing in the
past
So, if we cannot last, then
my memory must leave
Do not grieve
That will be my job.
So, allow me to rob the food
of me before
I mould
It's better and worse **this way
Let me kiss you one last time
and in the potion of my tears I'll wipe
away the laughter lines of your memory
of Our Year
All of the Good ones
The Stupid
The Happy
The Dull
The Weird
Your Beard
So that ifwhen you leave me
My mark of imperfection must leave you.
Mustn't leave a trace
Except for the single crinkle on
your face when I made you
laugh.
You mustn't regret a thing in the
past
So, if we cannot last, then
my memory must leave
Do not grieve
That will be my job.
So, allow me to rob the food
of me before
I mould
It's better and worse **this way
Made a couple of days ago. One of the worst things for me about someone important from my childhood is that every good memory is tarnished, and that they'll never accept what I've 'become', and I can never accept what they did. I fear it will happen again.
