HabitualA Poem by Amber S. Hays
I think
it’s fucked up how you stole all corners of my mind;
the places I used to hide. It’s a back and forth motion, like the morning we became wind. It was nothing special. Nothing at all. Casual. I don’t know about most people, But I find it difficult to flee from this cassette. it’s nothing more than a noise. A ticking so unbearably loud, I’d actually rather listen to the radio sing songs about ripped jeans and giving head. I was asked the other afternoon if I regretted you. No one has ever asked me this before, and I honestly started to cry. I do. But only in the way you regret eating too much or not taking a shower for 4 days in a row. You see, expectations. They are a human most selfish downfall. They are my downfall. For a girl, who was too scared to commit. I expected that we were on the same terms. That the kiss I gave you before you crossed through the frame of the door would speak for itself; would speak for me. Jesus Christ after all these years you should have known the hardest thing for me to do is tell people how I f*****g feel. I keep compromising with what did and didn’t. What was and wasn’t. What should’ve and could’ve. I can’t get this idea of what never was out of my head. I tend to masticate what I’m told to let go. But it’s usually more than I can utilize. I’m plagued with the memory of the feeling you harassed me with; this feeling of importance. But what I don’t understand is why everyone pretends they’ve never been in this shithole before. I shouldn’t have to explain. But here it is. Are you all content? © 2013 Amber S. Hays |
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Added on February 27, 2013 Last Updated on February 27, 2013 Tags: memories, feelings, understanding, healing AuthorAmber S. HaysGAAboutMy name is Amber. I am 21 years old and I'm currently in school majoring in literature and writing I love writing. Anything and everything. I like to be truthful as well as straight forward. Feedbac.. more..Writing
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