it's kind of painful, isn't it?
trying to remember who i was in between all that grief.
it's like trying to recall memories you can no longer grasp.
i feel it aching deep in my bones, the itch on my skin becoming uncomfortably unbearable.
it feels so unfamiliar.
i don't know who she is anymore.
i used to hold her so close intointo my body and etched on my every being — but i see her now and all i sense is strangeness.
i can't even remember how i could have loved you.
that used to be one thing i can never forget.
because it was a daily reminder.
it became my routine.
but it's like a piece of me snapped that day.
a part of me ran far away from whoever you were.
and i never stopped running since then.
— is
YOU ARE READING
for me,
Poetryfor the very life God has brought upon me, for the happiness, the grief, the resentment and the anger in me, for being human; for being love.
