I, The Outsider

dumping all my poems from a dying website here

None of this feels real

now that I'm outside.

All of my vivid memories

have turned to clouded dreams

in my twisted, cluttered mind.

 

Did the past near-year happen?

Were we happily in love?

Did we really dance in rain?

Were we always free from pain?

 

I can't remember little things,

and I can't remember you.

I'm alienated once again.

It's the way it's always been.

 

Why do I always forget you?