Your Memory

I broke my toe kicking your memory

Tired of tripping over it constantly

Refusing to fall flat on my face

Supplying fodder for your laughter

I washed my face with tears

Eye faucets turned on high

Pouring over porcelain skin

Dripping down my chin

I stuck fingers in my ears

Lalalalalala I cannot hear

Your cruel words can’t pierce me

Their blades won’t rip my heart

The burning lust I felt for you

Has left me high and dry

Stuff your ego back into your jeans

And pull the zipper high

@Victoria Feathers 2015


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