Yes, this is another poem about that special guy
No, I'm not the one he likes
Maybe, I'm crazy
But when his voice beats against my ear drums I forget about all that

The fact that he has a scar on the right side of his cheek that could hold a painful memory but every time I ask about it, its the same story, "I don't remember"

The fact that he lives in a hotel with his father and sister but left his mother in Philadelphia
I want to ask why but I know my boundaries

Then those stories about all his injuries on his body and I'm all ears
Until I wonder why he doesn't remember how he got that scar on his cheek....
Until I wonder why he shares these stories with me but not with her....

Until I wonder if he doesn't remember that he deserves so much more than a person like *her