074;
it’s snowing -
& my mind is occupied with memories of you
I don’t even pretend like it’s healthy anymore
I shoved the past -
and all the hurt and anxiety and tears and sadness,
that came with it
far far far away and never looked back
it took a few years
but now it’s back -
without even as much as a knock -
the past just confidently strode in and took over
& oh my
the things I didn’t even remember
the things I successfully forgot for years
now consuming my every thought
my every dream
I wake up with your name on my lips,
can still feel the lingering touch
of your hands on my skin
it was just a dream -
I keep telling myself,
it’s not just dreams though:
it’s memories
my mind a broken player;
stuck on repeat repeat
repeat
it’s as if the past is a prison
and I’m sentenced for life