If only I could wish to forget you.

I remember it being not so long ago, when your awkward smile imprinted itself to my memory. I remember when you brushed your hair out of your face, when your eyes told me "well, aren't you something else."

I remember the stories you told me. You told me the story of a little boy who was afraid to grow up. We relived the stories you kept in that scared head of yours and gave them hope for a better ending.

I remember the times you fell on your knees, searching for acceptance. You were always yearning for empathy. You were tired of sympathy. I cleared away the broken glass. I gave you a magic mirror, to show you the goodness you couldn't see in yourself.

I remember the tears that you let me keep. I held you in my arms, in my heart; for yours was a heavy burden I couldn't let you bear alone. I saved you from that anchor you called a soul, even if it meant that I drowned too.

I still keep them to this day.

It wasn't so long ago.

You gave me your heart. I trusted you with mine.



How easily you just threw it away.

I sit in bed, taking resin hits from my bowl
This bowl is the one that my dad once stole
Why must I feel such anxiety?
Especially when I'm only smoking ****
But now it doesn't matter
because the door is closed
*and the windows are shattered

Even a flower
Can grow from something
That was once burned to ash

                                       Alysia Marie 2016 ©

although we may not

physically reach out

and feel , hand to hand ,

across far distant dimensions - -

Poetry is touching souls