You are not supposed to live in the past they tell me
It is the only place I remember you
Hearing you tell people about the first time you saw me
I fell in love with your voice before your face
Your words were always more than real
Knock-off space-themed chucks without enough bus fare, that was me
Then you pretended you would come back, And abused that privilege as usual
Abusive connections were your life support not mine
When memories become opaque like dreams in the mist
All I know is bitter forgiveness
What do you know about me anyways
I still love you in case you let go
About the Creator
Regan Smith
This is the Bio of what you don't see.
The fire behind the eyes filled with tears.
The empty belly full of laughter.
The drawn out lies created by truth.
Enjoy the madness I find time to put forth non-telapathically...
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