She doesn’t call out to be selfish…
She doesn’t bleed for attention…
She doesn’t cry because she’s weak…
Your love, it doesn’t feel real to me.
No matter how I try to let it go, the memories remind me of the times where I was afraid.
I tried to find a place safe from you.
But you found me anyways.
I’m no longer a child, but the child in me remembers.
She remembers you in a different light.
She still tries to escape at night.
But you…
You don’t remember…
It was so long ago for you.
But for me…
Those moments stay alive in memory.
