day 196: forget

sometimes we write trying to remember

and sometimes

to forget

we banish our hearts from our chest

cut lifelines into our wrist

we kiss our demons goodnight

and settle the skeletons in our closest

we are the most fucked up creatures we have ever seen

so we will face any monster other than the mirror

we are more afraid of what is on the bed than bellow

because we have grown to know more pain from ourselves than anyone one or thing else

we are facing our own green mile sentence

where the people we loved a little less than we should have are crying in the isle

watching us march to wedding bells

sometimes there are things we just rather forget

so we write them differently than they happened and memorize the new sequence

in poem we memorize our history backwards in a way that doesn't sting

but there are till remnants of the truth that rings us away at midnight

during our dreams

we are shaken into nightmare

trying to forget

doing nothing but remembering