Blessed Be the Forgetful

long memory
cursed with remembering
hands so often touching;
maybe i cant let go
because of the memories i chose to keep
the ones that i still see
when i give my eyes to sleep.
maybe i cant let go
because ive clenched so tight
fingernails gripped to white.
maybe i cant let go
because i cant see past my own eyes
im stuck living in memories
and i look in, more than ive ever looked outside.
perhaps it was never meant to be this way
there is a chance, and that chance is to blame.
i never heard, and never hear “no”,
its ‘yes’ or im left to guess.
rejection is hard, but its impossible when it isn’t clear.
it was me.  It was me. It was always me.
don’t worry, that means
it wasn’t you.
if i apologize one more time, for one more thing
im borderline obsessing
so i am not sorry.  Even though i regret
ever believing.

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One Response to Blessed Be the Forgetful

  1. maelinat says:

    Very touching piece & original. Thank you dear.

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