D'you remember me?
First day of doom, there we meet,
Second day of life, holding hands in the street,
Third day of love, talking about you, i almost weep,
"mom, I've got a friend, forever to keep."
Four days into love and my friend had new peeps,
Five new people, too many for the anxious me,
But for you, I took them all in.
Sixth day into life, and you flee,
with one of them or maybe three.
Who knows because you didn't call me, said
"oh, I had forgotten about you, silly."
Seventh day into life, I didn't know where to eat,
While you had already walked into your room, ready to sleep.
Eighth day into life, you fucking bitch about me,
Ninth day here, and I write a new poetry.
Tenth day into doom, you'll have no answer if I ask
D'you remember me?
[A/N: Remember the friends you had "forever and ever and ever" ? You're lucky if they're still there. ]