R & T / Sb817 Poem by Jorge Rolon

Just a living memory
of everything we can be
another living memory
of a time it was you and me
A blurry memory
of what grew into a tree
Just another stupid Memory
Is all that I can see

Our lifes became a riddle
Simple yet so complex
Never thought you'd make me feel so little
7 years all compressed

Killed the best parts of you
While being the worst worst parts of me
Now it's recovery and therapy
Just know most of all I'm sorry

just a living memory
of everything we can be
another living memory
of a time it was you and me
A blurry memory
of what grew into a tree
Just another stupid Memory
Is all that I can see

You were just a figment of my imagination
I feel In love with my own creation
Kill everything I love never thought it would be you
Maybe if I fell in love with my depression it would leave me too

You always slept on the side closest to the door
How couldn't I see you were longing for more