Dya Tell Them?

Dya tell them about the comfy,

Or the battery affect?

Dya tell them about the mingin,

Or about how often you made me wet?

Dya tell then about the need to kiss at every traffic light?

Or about how we’d fit together, every single night.

Dya tell them about the memories of moments I made you laugh? 

Or about wrapping me up in towels when you picked me out the bath?

Dya tell them anything happy?

About our days spent in bed.

do you even talk about all the shitty tear we shed?

Dya tell them about the screaming?

Or the hole in the bathroom wall?

Dya tell them about me leaving?

Or how I’d always call you when I panicked?

Or would you rather not recall?

Dya tell them how you could soothe me?

How you could make me laugh?

Dya tell them you’d say It’d be ok?

Or about the feeling when it passed?

Dya tell them you stopped answering?

Do you tell them why?

Dya tell them that I’m crazy?

That you were a good guy?

Dya tell them that I used to scratch?

That I used to scream and cry?

Do you ever take the blame?

Or do you put it all on me?

Dya think you could ever see,

That It was all three...