Fri Feb 25 2022
I'm busy, I said. I took off my boots, hung up my coat And fell into a bed that wasn't mine. I remember the scars you had lining your ribcage I even traced my fingers along them Who caused them? I can't remember I had to help you into jackets, hold your arms down Yet you held mine down in the end. But the scariest part of it all is that My memories are slowly fading away with age I can't quite remember who caused them I might even forget your name.