January 28, 2023
Seeing the memory on my phone makes a loud sigh pass through my lips.
Somehow wishing I could fix the reaction I have to it.
I wish I didn't think we looked so happy,
Or that we didn't fit so well,
Or that day hadn't been half as magical as it was.
Part of me wishes I could erase it all,
Get rid of it, act like it never actually happened.
But in the end, I know one day I'll cherish those moments again,
Knowing I had someone show me the right away, instead of all the bad ways I already knew.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
