This is what they did and did not tell me.
they told me that to forget you.
I had to burn the pages you touched.
they told me to let my scissors run across your face on the pictures
and to find a new favorite smell.
They did not tell me what it took to get rid of the feelings,
of the burning whole you left in me.
The empty parts that made me fall on to my knees over and over.
Nobody told me how to get over you inside of myself without losing who I was before I met you.
Nobody told me that I had to accept myself without you in my life all over again.
YOU ARE READING
bad daydream
PoetryI would not refer to this as poetry rather some unconnected thoughts I had. Sometimes I still do so I actually work on some poems right now but first I share some random thoughts. I had them when my life felt like a nightmare but I don't like that t...
