I was scared.
Numb.
Alone.
All in one.
Fewer words ever said to me
"I love you"
"Stupid kid"
"Ungrateful"
"Selfish"
"Lazy"
"I love you"
When I remember my childhood
In sepia-toned film,
It burns slowly at the edges,
Always close to catching fire.
Moments I've had,
some gone forever
Even now, my memory is only half full.
I can't ask what happened
But everyone knows,
Even as I don't.
Like sitting in a room full of people,
but always alone,
with no one to talk to.
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Velvet Words at Sunset | Poetry
Poesíasad poems for me to reflect on, sometimes sprinkled with hope
