crushes come and go. just like mine dont you know. i can never follow through. so i give up when the time is due. sure i hold some regret. but nothing i wont soon forget. moving on. is what i do best. pretty soon i look straight past him onto the rest. and i know im a poet. but i bet you didnt know it. or care to show it. knick knack. my mind is under attack. by past memories. and horrors. and haunts. and things that i cannot escape. no matter the time nor the place. lyrically i used to be on top. and i never thought id ever really stop. but then. i fell in. and forget again. the talent that i carry so haphazardly. so far away from me. at times. i forget my love of complex beautiful poetry. written solely by and for me. but i digress. the meaning of my mess. is just to simply scream again. against all of my past and future sin. i am this thing with a selective memory. if you hurt me hard. i can forget your name by sun down. some times i wish i were just clowning around. lying. pretending. to be so good at being so bad. but then i remember. no one can really pretend to be this fucking sad. it just happens. it comes and goes. without warning. without any huge show. the only thing i truly regret. is how easy i forget. where i came from. and where it all began. but whoever volunteers to remember any of their time spent in any prison. ------------------------------- IVE DECIDED TO BECOME THIS THING. BACK TO THE OLD WAYS OF THINKING. A N D. DEALING.