crashlanding [poetry]

thoughts.

i hate how
words are all it takes
to make my head swim
with memories

the things that didn't change

even after you did

i hate how
i pride myself
on my ability

to ignore

always being the one

to toss her head and say,
"who cares? let them do their worst."

yet when i see you,
all of that

turns to dust

and i hate how
though i forget

what month it is,

i am forever plagued with thoughts of you.

// this is me bc i'm always forgetting where i am hA