Will you marry me?

This is the question that your memories
asked my heart,
''she had left you,than still why you carry me?''
''i have spent much time in you,Mister heart
now will you marry me?''

Your memory came to my heart to propose
it with a red rose
of sorrows and worries,
the rose had its petals
coloured by the blood
from my blood vessels
and cappilaries,
i rejected the proposal
like you rejected mine,
you used your social
status,
but i use drugs and wine,
to escape the unwanted,

I did what you wanted
I did as u wished,
i left u alone,
but your memory aint like me,they just sticked
to me and came with me home,
now am a sadly married husband,
i fuck with your memory daily,
and it is pregnent,
with a round boiled belly,
like yours,that u got after,
fucking with that bastard,
More my heart fuck your memories,
more they divide,
and no condom,no contraceptive device
can avoid
them from multyplieng,
and now they are more than population of china,
am not lieng,
they tryna
chase my heart,like it is the most handsome,
person in this world,they want its love and some,
increase in their quantum,
everytime i fuck them,they divide and then haunt me like phantoms,
they had kidnapped my heart,
and are asking me for my life,as a  ransome,


you said that our
hearts are not similar,
but i think they are,
cause they both are married to the friends from the childhood,
and spending hours
with them,your memories dont have problem,in being with a beast from sexualy obsessed wild hood,
this is what you called
me,i dont know how you remember me
a psycho,a crazy or a barbarian,
but for me,
you will always be,
the girl whom i wanna ask ''will you marry me?''