as we fall

the walls

i rush through life, head
down.
because if i pause for even a second,
all the memories come flooding back;
the things i should've done.
the things i never said, the things i
screwed up.
then the frustration becomes too much,
and i miss you; i miss you
and it hurts.
so i don't look up.
i don't think about what comes
next.
i don't think about
you.

the walls are my enemies;
the remnants of old pushpins
tacked up,
showing the pictures i
took down;
of us, of you,
of a better me.

the walls are my enemies;
they confine me,
trap me in,
cradle me too close
for comfort,
too close to memories.

the walls are my enemies;
because i can never find
an exit, a
door out.

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2k reads, that is insane.
dedicated to nicolegallet for her gorgeous poems
<3