JHem

You might think it's normal To erase the words That caused your hurt But crazy To erase the joy Too So it gets to your name And it's no more So no one remembers.

Like I didn't have to hide, At least far by much, The words from my voice. But initiation wasn't mine, Simply reciprocation. Who's to say, Engagement didn't lead to my Excitement for participation. A pink rose to distract, From the hand that pushed. Blinded by memory, Perhaps I forgot, It was tragically difficult.