I breathe and remember things you said,
that were so wrong.
I lay still and remember the old times,
you were gone so long.
How much do I remember?
The pain, long and torturous,
the longing, poisonous and deadly.
Oh yea,
I remember.
I remember being three,
looking up to you,
I remember being scared,
wishing you were there.
How much do I still remember?
The abuse, the bruises, the tears, the shame,
I still remember.
My heads clogged,
my emotions drained,
fighting a battle,
thats leaves me bruised and stained.
There once was a time,
so long long ago,
that I loved you true,
not just for show.
Bitter mortality slowed down that rate,
ending this poem with,
this was our fate.
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