But I can't help but look back. My history plays
like a movie on my eye lids every night. I'm more concerned about my rear-view mirror about all the cars I've passed. I'm more concerned with the homes I've once occupied rather than the ones waiting for me to arrive. I can't see a future where I'm happy but the people in the past stay there. I can only seem to think about the past. About all the ways, I could've changed myself in order for them to fit safely in me. I can only ever think about past loves about the boys that still haunt me in my dreams and force me to crawl back on my hands and knees. About the friends that know me inside and out, they could tell you my exact order. And the reasons I shut down. I force myself not to grow so I could still be a person that they know. I'm way too obsessed with the past although I cannot change it, I will fantasize about it till my last breath.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
