My Poems

I'd Hate To Forget

(9-14-19)

I hate that there's people I can't forget

I hate that there's places that feel like a net

They're decieving and tricky

At first you think, "Look at all those holes, surely I can swim through!"

But then you try And try And try

And you just can't stay true

It tightens and tightens

Twists and pulls

And leaves you stuck and panicked

With every twist and turn

The panic grows

You think of all the things--

"God, I'd rather just forget"

I hate that there's people I can't forget

I hate that there's songs that act like knives 

So helpful and dangerous

(Just like you)

The sweet melodies, like the shine of silver

Cover the sharpness of words so familiar

Into me they cut the trills and whines of memories

Once bright and joyful

Now tainted blue

I hate there's people I want to forget

I hate how there's things that I regret

Like conversations of wasted time

Now who's opinion--

It wasn't mine

I hate that you watered these ideas in my head

I hate how much I think of what you said

I hate how I thought I knew what this was

It isn't truly hate

It's the quiet truths of long-gone trust

It's miscommunication born from assumptions of disgust

Boiled and shaken into dislike

I hate how I cant think of you

Without not wanting to think at all

You've made me doubt our past

You were a blessing gone wrong

I hate that I want to forget you