Poetry & Songs

Memory Object

No I don't hate you.

I don't think I could ever hate you.

I love you.

I know you didn't mean to.

I know it is in your nature.

I know it is partially my fault.
You got out; like a feral animal, you destroyed everything in sight.

You destroyed one of the things that matter most to me.

The last thing I have to remember her by.

You destroyed it because you knew no better.

I found it in pieces, crushed up fragments of memory filled plastic.

My parents tried to make me feel better.

But I believe it will forever hurt.