Thoughts across the midnight hour

you will never forget

the time

it’s printed into your lining of your skull

the deep guilt

time knocks

disregard it

but you were mine

forget me

so at least i can try

give me just a chance to hollow out

a brain so troubled

forget me

i call, the way i’d call but not it’s not the same

i’m forever pushed by that head

i want to crack it

spill it out onto a glass table

push and squish pieces apart so i can understand

was i a joke to you?

Every piece on that glass table

crawling on the floor underneath, laying my head down and staring through that table

you’ve forgotten

and i’m laid, murdering the dream that you cast on me