pictures

the pictures up on the wall

won't let me sleep.

they keep shouting out all the old memories,

and telling me it could have been different.

but i don't want it to be.

the girl in those pictures

was lost.

so long ago,

that i don't even remember her anymore.

that girl didn't know anything.

she didn't know pain,

she didn't know love,

she didn't know the anguish that i do.

but i still can't bring myself

to take her pictures off the wall.

because i wish that they were me.