I can see you in a coffee shop have you forgotten me? I wonder how it could be that when I look into the mirror, I don't recognize me, but I could sense it was you coming through the door before the bell even rings. Your being still consumes me. Did you stop loving me? Did the blocking on social media truly work? Did the sex with random girls truly feel the hole? Could you tell me it didn't work? Could you sit across from me look me in the eyes. And tell me you've not forgotten me. Please tell me that I'm not that forgettable. That the love we had wasn't that forgettable. That I haven't become an old pair of shoes that I haven't become an old pair of anything. I am still consumed by you, but it seems like my existence doesn't matter to you. You sit at a different table and don't even look my way. Maybe I truly am that forgettable.
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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...
