nostalgia
i hate feeling nostalgic
i hate to remember
when my habit of running
up stairs, 2 at once
began, and i hate remembering
the way you sat upon the deck
watching me sob, to
only cry louder, as though
you hated it more
i hate hearing the memories
sewing
i forgot how to sew
i forgot how to close up
the parts that had been torn,
how to run the string into
the needle, and i forgot
how to fix parts of myself
that i've been trying to keep
everyone from seeing.
it's not that i forgot,
it's that nobody ever taught me
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i'll prolly not be writing poems as much. i'm more focused on my other work rn
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poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
