I remember the face, recalled the times,
But remembered to burn the photographs; tore them up, burnt the shrivels of memories in my mind,
Never to return again.
486 days later, I still dream,
Remembering when I would be kissed goodnight as if nothing had happened,
To me it hadn’t.
Dark covering the deepest secret I had yet to learn
Like the sour of rank coffee left to waste, that my nose wrinkled at.
The wasp stings still, the smell hits my nose and I writhe with the pain.
Kisses before sunrise,
The bitter cold of dawn warmed by love struck kisses on sleeping cheeks,
Truth bubbling like a witch’s brew on Halloween.
But now I know I’ll never turn back time,
486 days and nights broken, twisted, maliciously spent,
The shadows of the goodnight kisses; how innocent.
Words recalling in my mind, twisting like a knife of the regrets past,
You called me crazy
But in reality kept it hidden.
I now know I wasn’t the only one.
Every touch, a lie
Every kiss, a lie.
Tasted of someone else.
I just didn’t know.
Regrets are useless, it was the past.
It was in my head.