Boxed Memories



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Poem by me.



After last night, It's hard to breathe.

I keep thinking I lost a part of myself.

I stare into nothing, looking, searching,

and I'm not even sure what for.

I rewrap the boxes of memories in my brain,

so that they never escape.

I try to put you in a box. I try to forget.

I stuff you in but you won't fit.

Is this my fault? Was I trying too hard?

I can't even remember why you were worth the crying.

I remember you letting go of my hand.

I remember my best friend wiping away wasted tears,

in the nastiest bathroom I have ever seen

I remember sleeping with a metal flashlight that doesn't even work.

Cold hard metal against my skin comforts me.

Then I remember I don't need anybody.

I don't need anybody to hold me.

I don't need anybody to be my shoulder to cry on.

All I need is myself,

and my giant boxes all packed up.

I found a bigger box

and your in it now.

I moved on.