Careful with me
little boy,
your memory is still the same.
Casually flailing...
quickly waiting...
for me.
I don't know why...
I saw you the other day,
so gentle,
kind,
and I wasn't happy
with you.
I was crying,
lying in bed,
when I woke up...
and you weren't there.
It was harsh again when
it all came back.
I missed you...
and then I missed you again.
Your memory is still the same,
uncompromising to the fact
that I am not perfect.
Careful with me little boy,
you might just get what you want.
A faltered mind
and a hollow shell,
of someone that used to be beautiful.
