Memories

Stand next to me,
but don't stay long.
You'll say you're right next to me,
There for me.
When you're anything but that,
To set those memories free,
that hide under your skin.
Failing to come back to me.

But they are my own
you're playing
your nasty game with.
Caught them, trapped them,
Called them your own;
When you knew the truth
Yet pretended to act unknown.

End your game
you play from my lack.
These memories you're playing with,
I want them back.