Thanks for the memories

They’re all you ever gave

And now they’re all I have

Standing by my grave


Your love was always lust

Mercenary greed

Eating away at your soul

Leaving it there to bleed


Smiles were signs of deceit

I thought them to be joy

I thought them to be love

But it was all a ploy


Are you content now?

You have all that I held dear

Just hide it in your pocket

And run far away from here


Never to see my face again

Never to see my broken heart

Never to see my tears fall

Never to see me torn apart


Forget me for all I care

You’ve probably done it by now

I’ll forget you too someday

My unattainable vow


Thanks for the memories

They’re all you ever gave

But please take them back

They’re not worth enough to save



  • Anna

    It's amazing *O*
    The way you tied the beginning and the ending together in a way, is really cool! Please publish a boooooook! I swear I'll be the first to buy it!

    • Emi

      Haha thanks! 🙂

    • Cheeky Missy

      For mere random contemplations in miserable moments, this is thought-provoking and hard-hitting. The introduction is examined and revived as a fitting conclusion. The assessment of the proffered "love" as lust is excellent, yet we are all selfish by nature and that is the majority of our romantic love. The memories linger and torment in such cases, yet they are part of all our existence, so in blissful circumstances only renew the pleasures later and seem to be sometimes all that is left anytime of "life."....Just some thoughts on the spur of reading it. Fascinating and well done!

      • Emi

        Thank you! 🙂

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