Six Times Forever
I‘m not reliable, I think
My head blanks and blames
Monsters that do not exist, a demon lives
But he is inside me not my head,
I am fragile, fickle, frail,
I wish you were mine.
I quickly scribble this before I forget again
I found a letter from you
“My luv, I am sorry, I love you. I hate myself.”
I do not know what it means except you love me
Did I love you, too?
A reminder of my soul drained down the ravine,
I wish I remembered.
How long did we know each other, was it long
Enough to consider making more,
But I must have forsaken you
A fault from my conception—-
Judas had nothing on me,
I wish I knew what this text on the back of my palm meant.
I found a name under my pillow: whose is it?