Desistance

September 30th, 2019

The words that I said
Dropped to the floor
Vanished quicker than I could say them
Never to be spoken anymore
Swept under the rug
Synonymous with dirt
These memories I hold
Are not supposed to hurt
The past haunts my mind
Searching for the instance
Where you became a story
But in yours I was nonexistent
You’ve erased me from your pages
Without an explanation
And all I asked from you
Was for an honest conversation