Good Times

I know I have more bad memories with you,

Than I have good memories.

But we have a few good ones...

Like when you taught me to ride a bike,

Or when you taught me to tie my shoes.

I know I said I want to forget the good times before...

But sometimes, they give me hope...

They give me hope that you'll change for the better.

And sometimes, I think you are...

Until you get dark...

Until you threatened my future husband...

Until you threatened to beat the shit out of me...

Until I see I thought wrong...

And then...

I want to forget even the good times...

But the good times...

I want those memories...

I just want you out of them...

So they can be good.

Because when they waltz through my mind,

I always wonder...

How could my younger self never see,

That Daddy is a monster.

I want the memories,

But I want you out.

I want to remember,

All my good memories of you, us...

But I want to forget you...

I want to forget you forever.

And for that...

I will not apologize...