Thinking of You

I never forgot anything
I kept it all inside
Like an odour in a box I sealed with pride and wax airtight
Everything is still with me
All of the complements the insults every inflection
The memories are still here
Powder burns in my head
Freckles for some stained future
I will see you one day my friend
And we'll see how sharp your teeth have become
We'll see how your kiss falls
We'll see how much of what you gave me is worth taking back
Wait for me
Wait for me with opеn arms