Stop treating me like dirt.
And stop "using" me will you.
You may get your kicks.
But where's mine?
I put you out of sight...
But then months later, you appear, just wanting to wreck havoc with my emotions.
On another totally different note:
After trying to put you away for so long.
Boxing you up and shelving those memories...
*To be burned later on in the deepest recesses of my mind*
I turn and i see YOU
Her carrying your babe in her swelling belly.
Everything comes crashing all around me.
All the boxes i try to shove at the back of my "memory" closet come spilling out.
Spilling all its contents all over me.
Hitting me hard and fast
Till i am numb.
That's what it is.