My mind, my memories, and my nostalgia
Resemble into one of those
Boards they make when a crime is committed.

Cork boards with crumpled family photos
Pinned helpless with a rusty push pin.

Profiles of everyone who I loved
And everyone who loved me.

Lines drawn in blood connecting all of the events.
Everything chronological.

The gory, ******, close ups.
From when all of these scars were in the making.

Maps with X's and O's.
Like holiday cards from my grandmother.

Sporadic, confusing, and painful for anyone to look at.
Grusem and misleading.
Can't be fixed.
Can't be helped.
Can't be solved.

Soon to be a cold case file.