That sweet little sensation
Reminds me of the good times
And I pray for the day
That it never does again
The smiles, the laughter,
As we played our favorite games
I wish these memories
Would just fade away
I like to call these memories
The "Good Triggers"
But the name is misleading
They're the worst triggers of all
The screams, the tears,
As you forced yourself on me
That's all I should remember
When I think of you
I hate these Good Triggers
What's the point of remembering
The way your face lights up
As you watched your favorite show
Sometimes I think this would be easier
If you were just some stranger
Instead of someone I can see
In my childhood photos
But I was just a baby
My mind couldn't handle it
So it replaced that smirk
With a childish smile
I wish you were stranger
That I never saw before
Maybe then I wouldn't suffer
From the Good Triggers anymore
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