For whatever

reason

I rather stick to the good times

When you built me forts

I’ll like to not remember picking at your faults

For whatever reason I hate talking about me

You knew I evaded myself but you rather mystified me.

I ran out of reasons as why I kept away

You finally pulled me in enough to break you

I thought I could forget hurting you

Just two kids marred by something once beautiful

For what reason—would I love the scars I leave you each time?

I knew your pulse surged at the thought of what I could

do to you

But I rather stop here when I can still recognize these patterns.

Lets never revisit this path