Selective Hearing

Wasted thoughts of memory You can’t remember anything Are these actions intentional? I’m frightened by what they bring To me it seems to be selective Your memory so to speak For things defined important to you Are the only matters you seek Why won’t you just open your eyes? So you can see I’m not the enemy I’m the one who gave you my life Yes, that woman was once me Seeking your monetary gain Is all you seem to care about Lost perception of who you are Pure intentions never devout © Stacy Lynn Stiles