If you can make meÂ
forget the lies you told,
would you stealÂ
my other things?
Even my dreams?
Leaving you
and the stories behind,
I fly away
from the blue
of your eye,
the smile I thought
meant you were happy.
Memories, all
up in smoke
like a witch’s spell,
and even if I love you,
I don’t remember.
You stole thatÂ
from me too.
Are you my partner
or my editor?
Lover or predator?
I carry boxes
out the door,
leaving youÂ
to find regret
on the bathroomÂ
floor.
It would haveÂ
been easyÂ
for me to stay,
but you gave that,
you gave it away.
You stole myÂ
memories.
Would you lie
and take myÂ
other things?