Some things were meant to be said and lost.
What of what was meant to be lost
but was remembered.
A wish to erase your filthy sin
from this place
in my mind.
A tin full of Christmas.
your first words to me on paper.
-A happy birthday wish.
A word I do remember,
and in the other vein
I inject the fear and fatigue
of what was meant to be forgotten.
Wasted energy
Jello thick air,
and without a care-
- I read what was said
and meant to be forgotten.
Darling, you are not rotten.
We were young,
our heads clearly full of cotton.
Hush those words which will never be forgotten.
While I wish I could erase your filthy sin
from this place in my mind.
I'd rather move on,
leave the tin of untold truth behind,
because we are not the kind
who wake sleeping dogs
