I close my eyes,
wishing the things I’ve seen
would go away,
as the memories linger
on my mind.
Those haunting times
remain so real
as though occurring
again and again.
I search for a better thing,
his body next to mine
or his lips pressed against mine,
times I wish would come again
but here I am alone.
I close my eyes
wish the bad away
and the good to come again
but the bad memories
overwhelm all I am
so that all I am is a broken reflection
of the boy I once was destined to be.
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