Two in one day? Who tf am I?
Also I should mention that most of my poems are free verse if u couldn't tell.
I remember things not in clear memories
But in scents
Sensations
Feelings
Last year was hot chamomile tea and cold fingers,
Jealousy and longing, anger and hurt.
The warm bus,
And construction class.
When you moved away
And I began to stray.
When I read It by Stephen King
I couldn't have been more than fourteen.
I still have the perfume I was obsessed with while reading.
Now everytime I smell it
I'm transported back.
Too two years ago;
Skinny jeans and terrible eyeliner.
Middle school boyfriends
And stupid drama.
But even as I cringe thinking about it,
I'd rather be there than here.
I want to go back in time,
To when the days seemed to last forever, stretched with late afternoon sun.
When the most important things were
Dolls
And laughs
And
Who got the passenger seat.
See, I've always been an introvert.
I used to thrive in the silence of my own mind.
Yet lately being alone scares me.
My thoughts growing louder, with nothing to drown them out.
I remember things not in clear memories,
But in scents
Sensations
Feelings.
I hope I remember this year as
Slightly better eyeliner,
Memories and
Snow encrusted eyelashes.
But perhaps
That is
Wishful thinking.
