Sunday, 16 September 2012

Excerpt/ Reflection

You were part of my history
a sticker on a timeline
forever seventeen
drenched in mythology

Ten years later
developed and dated
thawed out and dreamless
Your ageing ages me.

You reside
inside my head
in a box
with all the others.

I’ll take you out and
glorify you periodically
but only if you stay
confined and asleep.

And don’t forget:
the story is all mine
What you remember different;
didn’t happen.

You weren’t meant
to turn out like this,
and I’m ashamed
because neither was I.


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