Memories make you uncomfortable but they wrap themselves around me So when I tell you stories about Sunday mornings or Christmas trees Please listen to the tears I hold back
And I know it isn’t healthy to look back Like a sweater you outgrew making you uncomfortable But please listen To the words tumbling from me Like leaves falling from dying trees Because all I have left are stories
And I scream them from skyline stories I cannot hold them back They take root in my brain like great trees The branches spring from my throat uncomfortable I must remove them from me Please just listen
Because I’ve been distanced so just listen These aren’t the stories I wanted to weigh on me But I’m back to being uncomfortable in my own skin. Scratching like bark from trees
Do you remember the front yard? Decorated by trees They sing in the wind if you listen The sound would make me uncomfortable Because of all the old stories Of skeletons hung back But you lit candles and wrapped rainbows around me So forgive me If I cry for skinned knees from falling down trees that healed awhile back And you don’t have to listen If these stories make you uncomfortable.
I’m uncomfortable with the stories being rewritten. So you don’t have to listen