Memories are my enemies

Memories are my enemies 

You like a spread disease

I would drink a bottle of Hennessy 

Just to forget about you but I’m  frayed of the penalties 

When I die it will be my felony

My identity still loves you darling

I don’t have the balls enough to tell you I’m afraid of rejection 

I don’t see the solution  

Make me see it 

this is  not a poem this is a message to you

Mr.Memories she will come back after she reeds this

Or die with laughter