i did it again.
i cared too much.
i broke the leathered binds around my tongue and spoke with feelings that are supposed to be pushed down; away, hidden.
why do i care ?
when they don't.
all i ever did was want to be friends. be important to someone. be loved the way i loved everyone else. but i must have forgotten, like i usually do. this amnesia that clouds my past, that long term memory loss that breeds bad decisions.
i must stop feeling.
to not feel hurt.
YOU ARE READING
nostrum
Poetry‣ nostrum noun { a medicine prepared by an unqualified person, especially one that is not considered effective } - = ≡ ___________ [ previously published as " pills and alcohol " ] ◂
