The Essence Of Who I Am

And like a book you wish you could read again for the first time

I miss not being able to remember the things I remember now

I miss our first date and the way you would look at me 

I hardly remember because I’m starting to believe that was just a fantasy 

Somehow, you touching me made me lose my spark 

You thought I was a trophy 

But now all you see is a page with a watermark

Look at your hands 

Is that fresh blood, or is that just your trademark 

M.A.P

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