Suffocating in the memory of you,
I can't seem to live without being reminded of you.
Your touch remains unwanted in each fragment,
and each touch becomes a reminder of my dissent.
I choke and beg for air,
yet as the wiring chaos that is left of you in my head,
comes to a petty stop,
it all comes back when I least expect it or want it.
But I never want it,
and never did to begin with.
There's no innocence to your past acts,
and there's no forgiving to the present pain.
Give me a reason to stop torturing myself with those memories,
then I'll try to let go.
But the bitter taste of your venom lingers,
it corrupts whatever thought of happiness I have,
and destroys it till there's nothing but shame to feel.
Because who am I to be happy,
when my own purity was taken away from me,
in the one and only youth I'll ever have.
JE LEEST
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poëziea collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
