of course
of course the one reminder
i have of a happy childhood
is bloodstained
of course
of course the blue ribbon on my wall
only reminds me of the tears
and the humiliationwhere did all of the happy memories go?
i can't find them among the pictures
and they're not buried
in the souvenirs
i guess i'm just left with
a bitter taste in my mouth
and guilt-stained teeth

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Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...