Memories

They come in fragments
Kept inside your head
The good an the bad
As you lie on your bed

You think of the good things
The nostalgia is strong
You wish you could go back
When things weren’t so wrong

You think of the bad things
And this evokes anger
You wish that your life
Wasn’t in danger

You stare next to you
At the sleeping form
Cold on the inside
But feels nice and warm

It’s part of the problem
Not part of the plan
How you could love them
Even you don’t understand

But the memories can’t save you
They’re stuck in your head
As you sit lie there and ponder
Just thinking on your bed