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I don’t remember much
But what I do I hold in my heart
My childhood passes like a breeze
I clutch the fragments I still have
The glass cuts with the memory of your words
//
You called me names
You fed me lies
The worst is that you made me feel
Like I was born bad
//
I was a black pit
I was a void of infectious greed
You didn’t sign up for that
But we can’t ever go back
//
I love you, I guess
It’s difficult
There is a string that ties me to you
Binds me to you
I can’t ever let it go
//
The parts that blur
The ones I don’t remember
Are easy to exploit
So you can be the one to rewrite the story where I forget
//
I don’t remember enough
I hate myself for those shortcomings
But I remember your twisted sneer
I remember how you made me feel
About the Creator
Rowan Riley
I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.
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Comments (2)
I felt this piece. Very good one.
Vulnerable work, Rowan. Keep up the good work!