When you stare at something for a long time
you start to notice that memory where
you once were never really goes away
from time to time some memories fade
within new memories but
the ones we hold onto
the ones we tried so desperately
to get out of our heads are the ones
that are reassuring you that you'll never be able to forget
like the ones we had always thought about ourselves
the quiet ones where no one really knows what happened but can still see
and see the memories on our bodies in the shape of self harm
scars are memories we wish we could forget but never do
so when you sit down to write something anything just wait
until that memory comes back because only then will you be a writer
YOU ARE READING
the brokenness
Poetrymy poetry from over the years tw: mention of self harm, eating disorder, and rape
