grass stains and fake diamonds

I don’t remember you
I swear I don’t remember you
but we both know I’m lying
and my hands are shaking with the things
my brain can’t say

Time is bent with memory
I don’t remember
I do remember
I don’t want to remember
these places and people and feelings
that leave my head fucked
my mind like entrails
spilling onto the pavement
stomped into the dirt
for you to piss on

And I
I don’t really want to be here
with you
spread out on the grass  
lying to the dirt
like it can make diamonds
out of shit
if we just pray hard enough

No, I don’t remember you…
I swear I don’t remember you

You remind me of myself

© Indie Adams 2014