Sometimes I find myself remembering things that I know were meant to be erased from my mind.
Reason;
-The pain they cause is more than mental.
I still wear that bracelet you gave me when I was six on my left wrist. I never take it off.
Reason;
-It helps me to realize the mess you left behind wasn't your fault.
My hand still shakes every time I see pictures of you.
Reason;
-I long to reach out and touch it but fear the disappointment of glass beneath my fingertips.
When I wake up in the morning I find tears still wet on my face.
Reason;
-Even sleep isn't an escape anymore.
I miss those see-through stockings you used to buy me at Christmas-time with the candy in them.
Reason;
-They were always the one good thing to look forward to.
The boy bike you bought me to learn how to ride on is still in the garage. I threw away the training wheels, though.
Reason;
-Training is for people who don't know how to do something. I already know how to lose.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:09 AM UTC
Sometimes I find myself remembering things that I know were meant to be erased from my mind.
Reason;
-The pain they cause is more than mental.
I still wear that bracelet you gave me when I was six on my left wrist. I never take it off.
Reason;
-It helps me to realize the mess you left behind wasn't your fault.
My hand still shakes every time I see pictures of you.
Reason;
-I long to reach out and touch it but fear the disappointment of glass beneath my fingertips.
When I wake up in the morning I find tears still wet on my face.
Reason;
-Even sleep isn't an escape anymore.
I miss those see-through stockings you used to buy me at Christmas-time with the candy in them.
Reason;
-They were always the one good thing to look forward to.
The boy bike you bought me to learn how to ride on is still in the garage. I threw away the training wheels, though.
Reason;
-Training is for people who don't know how to do something. I already know how to lose.
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