there is nothing to love about my inability to not forget
destroying notes—
the notes i would have left you
painting my tears onto shoe boxes—
i cannot bring to mind the last time i had not seen them
it’s all the things you’d done to me
it’s all the scars you’d left behind
they plague me, body and soul
there is nothing to love about my inability to remember
but by God’s “good grace” i’ve forgotten your voice,
perhaps He thought it was His way of “helping”
but how is it “helping” if i am just ending up with more pain
i cannot put a voice
behind the pain
behind the hurt
i have no voice to blame at night
when i cannot sleep
when i cannot forget
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 9:29 PM UTC
there is nothing to love about my inability to not forget
destroying notes—
the notes i would have left you
painting my tears onto shoe boxes—
i cannot bring to mind the last time i had not seen them
it’s all the things you’d done to me
it’s all the scars you’d left behind
they plague me, body and soul
there is nothing to love about my inability to remember
but by God’s “good grace” i’ve forgotten your voice,
perhaps He thought it was His way of “helping”
but how is it “helping” if i am just ending up with more pain
i cannot put a voice
behind the pain
behind the hurt
i have no voice to blame at night
when i cannot sleep
when i cannot forget
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