i remember things yet not the reasoning behind it.
i remember our first kiss, but not what caused it.
i remember your scent but never who invented it.
then you sat there and saw how easy it was to break me.
i remember being your puppet but never so vulnerable.
i don't remember where we went wrong
but i remember the damage.
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nostalgia. || orig. poetry
Poetry"whoever said little things don't matter has never seen a match start a wildfire." -beau taplin
