Noceaury.

[Xennai]

You made me who I am today.
Good, ugly, beautiful or bad.
In nearly every single way.
In every time it was to be had.

How can I even say?

You changed me in ways I can't explain
When I was smiling, when I was crying.
You cheered me up in the rain.
When the world was crashing down and I felt like dying.

You always came.

Nothing compared to how you left me,
Nothing compared to the breaking,
Nothing compared to every scrape of elbow and knee
Spent groveling as you went through life taking.

So easy acting like everything is given free.

I've moved on now,
I've tried to better it all.
Trying not to remember every scrape and bow
I made to you in my graceless and notorious fall.

But still I remember every row.

You came back in just a few short weeks
Streaking back into my consciousness like fire.
Reminding me of all my breaks and creaks,
Making my newfound self awareness all the more dire.

But still, without even knowing, you find all the leaks.

I'm trying to figure out why I recall all the times.
All the times we had in such short hours.
I hate how it's you that inspire all my rhymes.
And how I wish that you remembered my flowers.

You bring a taste into my mouth of sour limes.

I want to forget,
I want to remember no more.
I don't want to count every laugh and regret
Or remember how you stomped me to the floor.

And yet I regress.