Jeremy, remember me?
You placed your hands so carelessly
on my skin, I was thirteen.
Jeremy, how could you leave?
You were the first to get to me,
to get in me, I was only thirteen,
thirteen.
There were so many lies about drugs and sex,
so many razorblades against wrists.
How could you let it come to this?
How could you leave me such a mess?
Thirteen, thirteen,
and I caused such a scene.
How could I not scream?
Three days later
and you had her on her knees.
What about me? Jeremy?
When I looked back before,
I painted life as a bore,
but you made it so much more,
pouring salt on every sore
and open wound.
You dished it out with a silver spoon
as your fingers danced under the full moon.
Oh, Jeremy,
please stay out of my memories.
Leave me now, so I can sleep.
Leave me now, so I can be
open,
so I can speak the words
that need to be spoken.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Remember More Than You'd Like to Forget
Posted by Amanda at 4:09 PM
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did you write this?
talk to me.
Yeah. I don't know what this is about exactly, but I can guess. Go to the sources of why it's come to this, like we talked about. That's what I need to do. Only then, will you be able to start to go through it all and find solutions. I love you!
you know, its terrible, i cant think of anything to say besides how much of a jerk this jeremy guy is, or at least was. but i'm sure this will come up in conversation sometime and we'll talk about it then.
four years...
I hope you've mostly forgotten about what he did, and i really hope it doesnt still mess with you =/
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