you've forgotten me already.
expectation proven reality;
i do hope you're having fun.you managed to get out!
good job, it must be nice.
years & screams & aches.
it hurts.you paved some roads,
i shan't deny this, but
let us not forget my trails.
tears in dusted water.you've forgotten me
and i miss you — a
pickle we're in, it seems.you've forgotten me but
you're long gone & away,
not having shed a single tear,
i'd bet.you weighed on my life, a
misguided child's idol;
i did this to myself & you
did it to me & it's my fault
& your fault & our fault &
theirs.blame them as i keep doing,
words sharpened to blades &
cutting deep with short laughs.in a way it's fair, though —
they stoppered my affection
for you.palaces built of their words
& chapels worshipping falsities.the stars are dimmer now,
without you here. in my sky
but yours — yours seems fine.i miss you, though the words
refuse to form.i miss you, cough it up & watch it burn.
i miss you, come home please.
- a. ; 10.03.21
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shoebox | a poetry collection
Poetry" 𝑖'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒃𝒆𝒅. . . " - a collection of poems written by yours truly - " . . . 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 . "