Your fresh lips scare me
the way you abuse and manipulate.
I revisit old memories and get angry.
I am going through recovery
sometimes feeling terminally ill.
My mind tries to escape the story,
pockets of my soul you tried to ****
Your damage is thick in my mind.
Time does the sharpening.
Expenditures barrow over time
forever staining the walls of my memories.
I pause, the pattern won’t break
Scroll through to the end
Insert what I want to laminate
It’s a sickness,
toxic from my own artificial mistakes
I will live here in freedom forgiven
chastised by the feelings I cannot emulate.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Your fresh lips scare me
the way you abuse and manipulate.
I revisit old memories and get angry.
I am going through recovery
sometimes feeling terminally ill.
My mind tries to escape the story,
pockets of my soul you tried to ****
Your damage is thick in my mind.
Time does the sharpening.
Expenditures barrow over time
forever staining the walls of my memories.
I pause, the pattern won’t break
Scroll through to the end
Insert what I want to laminate
It’s a sickness,
toxic from my own artificial mistakes
I will live here in freedom forgiven
chastised by the feelings I cannot emulate.
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