Memory is fickle
You remember the times I turned you away
You don’t remember the times I listened.
Even though they were more
Memory is misleading
It wasn’t that I was over reacting
At your small mistake
I was reacting
To all the times you hurt me
Because I couldn’t not-react anymore
Memory is traitorous
It’s been a while
And I’m the bad guy now
You say that I have changed
Ignoring you
For apparently no reason
Your memory is incomplete
You don’t remember
All the times I took your shit
All the times I lent a patient ear
All the times I told myself
That’s what being a friend is
Your memory is incomplete
But mine never lets me forget
– Tavleen
