I’ll NOT MISS BRIAN.

I remember those times like my own fears,
Those times when all I gave him was my ears.

Those nights he’d drink in my bedroom
Then ask me out to his place for bloom.

Those days he’d take me out for shopping,
Then reply to texts inside Clothing

Those moments he’d come from work at ten,
Then tell me he’s going to sleep at Ken

I still remember those days,
When shower was treated as hay

He couldn’t leave without tea
Or without kissing me

I still remember his temper
I’ll not miss it either.