i saw baby pictures of you
and dear god don't ask how
but i did,
and i can't help but to think
i never saw any when i was in the walls of your house
maybe they were on the walls in broken frames
and i was too distracted by
teenaged lust to realize anything
teenaged lust
it sounds so funny to say it now
i search for substantial parts of our relationships
the fond memories
i feel like i can't trust myself
blinded by the halo effect
blinded by the outcomes
which memories are accurate
and which are faulty?
I remember, Easter of Freshman year, riding over to your house before dawn to get ready
to go with your family to church.
I didn't like church
but I loved you, so I went with you.
As your family posed for a picture by the alter,
your neighbor smiled at me
and said
"maybe soon you'll be up there"
When I returned to your house
we parted ways
and then reunited after your family brunch
your mom gave me an Easter basket
and It made me happy I felt so special
welcomed into a family
my almost lover
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoezjaWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
