How I wish I could forget.
Your smell, your taste
The way it felt to be
Wrapped in your warmth
I remember your laugh
And my hands in yours
And it’s a happy memory!
Until-
I remember your grin
Your yelling and your rage
Walking on eggshells was better
Than walking across broken glass
Slam the door on my fingers
Bite me, drawing blood
Later I get stitches.
And if the good were
To balance the bad
Maybe we would have worked!
But in all reality
You can’t trust a man
That bangs his head against
The wall.