Thursday, February 16, 2012
Half-remembered conversations (confessions)
Obscured by smoke and liquid toxins
Conveniently and tragically holding on to the parts that give me hope
Twisting your words to fit what I want
(both good and bad)
And to put the blame on you
I'd like to set fire to my memories
Forget it ever happened
Because as much as I needed it to happen at the time
It's all I've been able to think about since
And that never ends well
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