NostalgiaA Poem by Ben TaylorI cannot forget, and I'm sure neither can you. When words are traded, and an argument has been steered in some wayward direction, when your emotional vocabulary has been bled dry by an over-abundance of focus, or perhaps lack thereof, you pick the sharpest words in your pockets and stuff them between my ribs in an attempt to achieve an effect equivalent to what you have managed to inflict upon yourself in my name. I'm exhausted from painstakingly plucking my own goddamn sentences from weeping chest wounds. Even the memory exhausts me. A sharp, asthmatic exhaustion that leaves me blue faced and unable to inhale.
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Added on January 19, 2017 Last Updated on January 19, 2017 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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