To forgive is to forget,
or so I am told.
Erase the memories
you need to unload.

Self inflict amnesia
absolve from within.
Don’t bare the scars
of another mortal sin.

But I need to remember
I don’t need to forget,
the sorrow I swallow
in each Percocet.

Misery is a friend.
She reminds me often,
the torment I suffered
cannot be forgotten.

Lethal.
Words,
deadly
weapons
used to
attack,
hurt,
destroy.
Words
as a
cudgle
used to
control,
intimate,
dominate.
Words,
powerful
tools to
inspire,
elevate,
create.
Words,
conveyors
of meaning
ideas, intent.
Welling up
from within,
pulled
from the
ether.
Words,
conveying
rules, laws,
knowledge.
All of
history,
all of
sentience
reflected.
Words,
explaining the
unexplainable.
Grasping
at straws.
Words,
used as
lubricant,
moving
things along.
Words,
contractors
of existence,
seeds of
creation.

jett black night
with
jack o -lantern moon
in sight
then
one shot of
Red Whiskey
by my side

A heart symbol doesn't count  

There's no love in that  

I want your real response  

How did you react?  



I shared my poem with you, took a real risk

Opened up my soul, received no closure for it

I don't want to have to beg you not to be brisk

But like bruh please use your words

My fragile soul craves this