untitled

a work in progress. Just thoughts from down day.

Reasons behind the things
you had to do
I never really knew.

Truth.

There is not
a lot I really want
to do now.

My only thoughts
are concerned with
somehow forgetting it
all.

Bits of you remain.

Your being has stained
my life.

If I never wanted to know
myself
you'll
come to mind.