nostalgia never remembers the dark times with quite the right amount of hell

‍‍‍‍‍The gutter whispers
a long lost lullaby
that promises everything
and nothing all at once

I don't belong here
I don't know why I thought
I could skip down memory lane
like a tourist to my old scars

Blood blooms in another lifetime
and I wear the skin of a liar and theif
that would tell you anything
if I could just share
the drunkenness of your bed
after midnight
and pretend I don't recognise you
in the morning light

I've come a long way from
the nightmares
that stripped me of myself
and my clothes
under the promises of love
that spelt out a different
three letter word
like lust could save us
from that narcotic reality

Yet every time
I meet those living ghosts
I shake their hands
like I can handle this
never asking myself if I want to

The gutter whispers
a long lost lullaby
I wish I could forget

© Indie Adams 2018
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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