My memory is a bit foggy,
not remembering everything,
but not forgetting enough.
Do not move too fast,
or I will flinch,
it is just PTSD becoming rich.
Screaming and begging like a burning witch.
Truama.
Unwanted hands exploring,
thoughts rushing,
skin crawling.
Head under water struggling.
Betrayal.
Hearts beating faster,
breathing becoming louder,
warm bodies touching,
emotionless eyes staring.
Only took seconds to move on.
Heartache.
Names without faces,
like running through burning mazes.
Friends becoming strangers,
and befriending cold silver razors.
forced red rivers running
Coping.
I am sorry if I seem distracted,
I keep forgetting that is how you reacted.
Giving me advice
when it was only support that I needed.
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
