Shitty Poems

The Girl In The Photo

Sometimes I see photos of us

I recognise the girls smiling at the camera

But in the way you would recognise a celebrity:

You see them a lot

And bring them up in conversation

And you pretend to know them

But have barely scratched the surface

Of their existence.

Except, I knew these girls.

I knew you.

I don't know how we changed from being like
that

To whatever this is.

I knew so much more

Than these few

Saved fragments of time.

Now, when I imagine your voice

I refer to the distorted sound

From a short video.

I knew the girl in the video

Well, I'd like to think I knew her.

At some point

I must have known you, right?

I must have known more than a name,

More than a faded image,

More than a shaky video...

Now that I think about it,

I mightn't have known you at all.

I want to let go of you.

It shouldn't be hard to forget

Someone you never knew

But my mind has convinced me

That I saw something

In an unknown face,

That I could trust

A stranger

That constantly convinced me

That I knew them.

It is so easy

To delete a video;

To throw away a photo

But I still can't seem to throw out

My memories of a stranger.

What was implanted in my mind

Are false memories; illusions

Or something of the sort

I feel that if I throw away

These faded frames of memories

I'll throw away

The girl I knew.

But I want that,

At least, I should, right?

I keep telling myself

That I didn't know you

But the feelings I felt,

The blissful and happy times

Tell me otherwise.

I need to let go of the stranger

That inhabits most of these lines.

I didn't know her

I knew the girl I wanted to know.

I opened my heart

To someone I didn't know completely
If ever...

I told my secrets

To someone who knew more of me

Than I of her...

I found comfort

In an anonymous person

That gained my trust

And my secrets and love,

Gave me nothing in return

Other than an illusion of happiness and love,

Ended up breaking my heart

And I hers...

And now she is present

In the pictures my spilled ink depicts

Although she remains anonymous

To everyone who sees the ink

Including me.

I knew a name and a face

I knew the girl in the photo

I don't know you.

A.N. Thank y'all for 969 reads on this poem dump. I'd like to thank my family and friends for putting up with my bullshit long enough for me to reach this major turning point in life.