Those Days

I threw it all away, deleted each page,

I didn’t want anything reminding me,

Of the days I’d spent with you.

I’m trying to forget those times, but,

I still think of what we could do,

Could have become,

If you hadn’t torn me into two,

Two many times - who would I have been?

Maybe much sweeter,

Not the fool I had been,

How naive?

To think the love you had for me was true.

In the mountain of lies that coated my mind,

I could not see right from left, or wrong from right,

So much of it, was unkind.

I was so confused.

Consumed, by the never ending shower of things,

You’d buy for me.

All I needed was tenderness,

Hands that held me while I undressed.

Whispers that told me I was doing my best,

When I felt like so much less,

Than what I was.

I hate to confess, all my thoughts here on this page.

So I’ll have to delete this one too,

But for now, it will stay.

Because, there’s a part of me,

That still wants to remember all of those days.