You don’t deserve to live on these pages
You don’t deserve to walk free through my mind.
I will lock the memory of you In the box In the darkest corner of my mind
Where all the bad things rest.
And when I will talk about you
When I will bring your memory back to life I will not remember you as a nice person
I will talk about you as trauma
As something that left a nasty scar That infected All the flowers Growing in me.