"Stop yelling at me," I tell the walls,
as if they were the culprit.
Stop keeping time with my fingernails,
tracing squares in chalkboard wallpaper.
I have forgotten you.
If only you would forget me.
You trace lines on my skin,
Like a cartography of forgotten myth.
"Don't tell me what to think."
You don't own me.
"Don't tell me how to feel."
That is a priviledge you no longer possess.
"Leave me alone,
Old friend."
Leave me be.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
"Stop yelling at me," I tell the walls,
as if they were the culprit.
Stop keeping time with my fingernails,
tracing squares in chalkboard wallpaper.
I have forgotten you.
If only you would forget me.
You trace lines on my skin,
Like a cartography of forgotten myth.
"Don't tell me what to think."
You don't own me.
"Don't tell me how to feel."
That is a priviledge you no longer possess.
"Leave me alone,
Old friend."
Leave me be.
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