A Forgotten Memory

I will be adding this poem later. It will be repeated, but it was part of this story.

A Forgotten Memory

When you forget about someone it is always hard to remember. Someone you know well you could always forget something about them.

I have forgotten so many people and so many things about that person.

I know this for a fact since I forgot things about a few of my friends.

Like this for instance.

"Hey, Chris, when is your birthday again?"

"I told you already," he told me.

"I know, I forgot," I said.

"It is on May 29th," he said.

I had forgotten when his birthday was. Actually I cried on his birthday last year. I didn't realize it was his birthday, but he didn't see me that day.

I was crying because I had another Uncle who had died the year before. I cried before his anniversary though. I cried the day before. I didn't want to cry that day because I was going to the Prom.

Oh well this has nothing to do with my story. I have a poem to go with this and a little story. I wrote the poem.

You are a forgotten memory in my mind,

I have forgotten who you are. I have forgotten what your like.

When I see you,

I really want to run away when I see you because I really don't know you. Or understand you.

I simply say,

I really don't know what to say to you because you are a forgotten memory.

You are not here to stay,

I don't want to be around you. I don't want to get to know you. I'm not going to stay around you if I don't know anything about you.

You then feel all emotions being poured out at once,

Your emotions run wild when I say to you that I don't know you. I don't love you. I will never learn to love you.

Pain, agony, hurt,

The emotions you feel are pain, agony, and hurt because you loved me when I didn't love you because I didn't know who you were. I never remembered your name or your face.

That's why you became a forgotten memory.

That is the main reason why you had been forgotten in the first place. Because of the pain, agony, and hurt you felt. It was all because of me and I didn't want to hurt you again. I never wanted to hurt you because I did love you at one point. The end of the poem and story.

My mind has been made up. I am nothing because I feel responsible for all that has happened in my life. It was my own fault. I know it wasn't my fault that my uncle had died. It was my fault for all the rough times I've faced because of my stupid emotions. I should become a forgotten memory myself. My poem shows how I feel sometimes about myself.

I know I still shouldn't think these thing, but I do.

Reviews

[Calypso]

I'm starting to really enjoy your entries. They are short, but your point is made with a lot of clarity.