I Refuse To Remember
Things now remembered come to life
burning brightly in the awful light,
becoming slowly sharper than a knife.
Carving out these feelings from within,
editting my past and pulling pins,
I lay there cold and soaking from the sin.
I'm calling out in quiet sighs.
I tell myself in whispered lies
that I don't want her there;
I can't still smell her hair,
or notice what she wears;
that breathing I can bear.
These things, remembered, come to life
burning brightly in the scalding light,
focused on as sharply as a knife.
burning brightly in the awful light,
becoming slowly sharper than a knife.
Carving out these feelings from within,
editting my past and pulling pins,
I lay there cold and soaking from the sin.
I'm calling out in quiet sighs.
I tell myself in whispered lies
that I don't want her there;
I can't still smell her hair,
or notice what she wears;
that breathing I can bear.
These things, remembered, come to life
burning brightly in the scalding light,
focused on as sharply as a knife.
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