Put It On Me Poem by Daniel Brown

Put It On Me

The sight of a memory,
The sound of my name,
You must hate the notion,
Can't wait to set flame.
Move past the ashes,
Sift through the pain,
To recover the idea,
That you're not insane.
It was me, never you,
Self-deluded with shame,
Just move through the motions...
Pass me by all the same

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