Layers [√]

[ cutting open old wounds ]

a psychiatrist told me that i am in denial

that perhaps by not speaking about it,
my mind remains in a constant state of the past,
a shade of black and white with the five of us
the only thing printed in color

i think he got it wrong
i am not in denial

i simply do not want to remember
how the taste of my very first heartbreak
was the sound of your name
and how it hurt as my young mind tried
to understand the idea of letting go

that was the first time and the last time
i wished a person to stay