My memories sit inside me,
Dark and ever noisy.
My memories eat at me—
And I am parched, so thirsty.
Please, don't you leave me now,
Even though I'm crazy.
I know that I seem silly,
While you taste bitter, plainly.
I'm the sugar in your latte,
I'm the punishment at school.
You can never forget me—
I'm your lover, bound and cruel.
You can never even leave me—
I am your killer, sharp and cold,
This twisted, binding story,
Forever to be told.
My memories
© Copyright: Флорис Сандерс, 2025
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