i remember it was you
who encouraged me to look at the little things
project my overly analytical self
onto someone else
so i did...
with you
with anyone really.
and i remember
voice inflections
the way it would sound higher
not just when asking a question
not just when talking to your mom
but if im not mistaken
when saying what you wanted
nay what you needed
i also remember
the way you acted
and the body language you had
when you didn't get a thing you wanted
i remember the haunting
mickey mouse impression you seemed to do so well
i remember so much
but so little
i remember you
and your self deprecation
being seamlessly
projected unto others
like you have taught me to do
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
