Your Memory Ain'T Killin' Me Poem by William Mowell

Your memory ain't killing me
I wish I could make you see
I might makes these rhymes
But this heartache doesn't need time

It's through missing you
I thought that was something you knew
Everyone thinks these rhymes cut deep inside me
But my mind and my soul have already been set free

From your memory and the pain
And everyones selfish game
Dark clouds may have filled my mind
My conscious is clear this time

No one's killing me but me
Only my mind holds the key
To set free this wretched soul
And make it whole

The holes are still there
But I still have my prayer
And that fills the holes left by many
For me that's plenty

I don't have the answers to life's questions
And I must make a fleeting confession
All this time you've thought I was missing you
It's just something that you never knew

I've hated you and loved you at the same time
I've denied you ever being anything but mine
I've disowned you and cast you out
Let you back in and wanted to shout

I was depressed you were gone
And made a couple songs
I got over you and never looked back
Started over and gave you some slack

Back at step one, and loosing again
I still know you, but I've lost the pain