Memories play in my head
Like a broken record
And I wonder how often
If ever
You remember me
I am caught between
Not wanting to be perceived
Or forgotten
Last week I dreamt
That I was with my old friends
On a beach in San Francisco
A city laced with sugary nostalgia
Too lucid to be a hallucination
I travel so far down the road of
Would have, Should be
Nothing else seems to exist.
-Everything was once perfect
YOU ARE READING
why me?
Poetrymostly about my traumas.READ AT OWN RISK!!!Sending love xoxo Follow me on tiktok if u want to talk abt ur problems<3 My @ is @luana_h14 lol Wish u the best ever love u always:) -L
