My memory is truly horrible,
Well most of the time it's only terrible.
Just barely bearable.
But with you, it's terrific.
It's kinda like I've been dashed with some magic.
Funny how I can remember the good but never the tragic.
I want it all to fade,
So I can forget everything you made.
But no, thoughts and feelings stayed.
The shards I want to grind into dust.
Won't finally combust.
All of them are filled with misshapen love and hungering lust.
But hopefully I'll be able to start a new,
And soon forget you.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
