You are The discarded cell
So when asked to rekindle the memories
Left by your insecurities
I recall
But when asked to remember the way you preferred your pizza
Or the way you looked when you had had enough to drink
My brain stumbles and cannot think.
Our brains are funny like that
They remember what they choose to
Strong or weak
Connotation negative or positive
They remember what they choose to.
I remember the way you looked when you were angry.
The way you'd neglect to communicate when we desperately needed to.
I remember the way you'd make me feel small.
Yet I call you the discarded cell because you don't matter anymore.
The day you walked out the door was the day I felt alive again.
That was the day I could finally breathe.
YOU ARE READING
Cigarettes, sunsets & Daydreams
PoezjaThis collection is a representation of the foundational heartbreaks I've experienced through life. It's gut wrenching and trauma filled. Be ready for the ride; I hope you enjoy your time within my mind.
