did you forget
holding me.
did you forget
the storm inside and the leaking windows;
i wasn't waterproof anymore.
did you forget the burn of fire in our throats
and the smoke we breathed.
did you forget the earthquake sending tremors through me.
did you forget how much it hurts
to have each nerve snipped
so you can hollow out some space for someone else
in your already packed-full chest.
did you forget
the hot summer sun and first love
and vomit-stained dresses smeared with dirt.
did you forget the hard floor and the cricks
in our necks.
mine still hurts
it still hurts
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
did you forget
holding me.
did you forget
the storm inside and the leaking windows;
i wasn't waterproof anymore.
did you forget the burn of fire in our throats
and the smoke we breathed.
did you forget the earthquake sending tremors through me.
did you forget how much it hurts
to have each nerve snipped
so you can hollow out some space for someone else
in your already packed-full chest.
did you forget
the hot summer sun and first love
and vomit-stained dresses smeared with dirt.
did you forget the hard floor and the cricks
in our necks.
mine still hurts
it still hurts
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