i don't know how to forget,
so i will clutch the memory of you
in my right fist as i walk past the spot
where we first met.
you will push and pull at my fingers,
but i will hold tight because
i never learned how to tell when
somebody was trying to leave.
when i open my hand to admire you,
you will fly free without a second glance,
and i will be stuck thinking i was the one left,
and not the one keeping you hostage.
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how the words come
Poetry"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into...
