Remembering is, to me a blessing and a curse
it is a blessing because i remember birthdays
and things that make people smile
i remember the small details of the way my lover wakes in the morning
i remember smells and beautiful places
but it is also a curse
because i remember,
the pair of pants i wore when i first kissed you
and i also remember the anger on your face
i remember how i always managed to get you out of your mind
i remember your reactions to my poems
always the same dull expressions on your face
i remember the night you almost hit me
the night you got so mad you could've broken a window
i remember that you have two sides
and it saddens me to see it
it saddens me because
one part of you is sweet
and the other creates thunder
and i don't know which i fell in love with
and i don't know which is worse.