thanks for the memories

mistakes were made
under a drunkin blurr
of pure insomnity

Hardly able to hear the
words that poured
from his mouth

which
for the time
it was ok

the ripple effect
is what killed me

from a lost possession
to a stolen photo

my lifes been full
of regret since
that night

its not him

under different circumstances
this would never have happened to me
i dont no why i let it come to this

id give my life to get it back

u see
its difficult to understand
im responsible
this was not

not me

that week
was not me

i let go of all morals
and became
a typical college student

i dont regret
and this is no reason to
stop living the way i do

i write to
escape reality
so maybe its all a
authors dream

but im afraid the memories are real