Rusinat De Memorie

 
This is the last day that I will ever see the reflection of your face.  
The last day that I will ever hear your voice; Though it will always leave a trace.  
______________________________________________________________________________  
 
I do not know what this feeling is-  
When you are near me, or when you look at me,  
I feel vulnerable and full of fear.  
For what you did upon me was cruel and inhumane-  
But what I do not understand is  
when you leave, I want you to return.  
I want to hear your voice.  
 
For owning this confusing feeling,  
I'm beginning to doubt that you are the one  
who crushed my innocence.  
I remember your name,  
I remember your face.  
Maybe you are the one who saved me-  
Which is why I remember only you-  
Or maybe you are the one who ruined me-  
I'm beginning to question which is true.  
 
If you are the one who saved me,  
Then I apologise for every virose poem  
I have written about you; In hopes that  
you will forgive me, that you will understand.  
 
But if you are the one who ruined me,  
If you are the one who burned my innocence,  
Than I refuse-from all the lines I have written-  
to apologize or even gain the act of emiting such  
a powerful form of forgiveness.  
For what you did upon me, was cruel, and vetand,  
and I hope you will suffer for every breath that you take.  
 
 

     8/29/12