When I think of you
its always a time
when I don't really want to
And tiny blurs of memories
inevitably grow
into thick, blooming trees
Reaching out their knotted boughs
tickling every corner or my brain
til now--
I cast you from my troubled mind
there is no room
I must leave you behind
You're a fading mist
and I starting to forget
when we first kissed
But I don't want to remember
all the good
cause I don't have time to dismember
every fragment of our lives
To separate the good from bad
and to muse
over what we almost had.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
