1. My first memory of pain is a skinned knee. A faint ringing in my head, and a slim line of red reluctantly snaking it's way down my leg. "Tears are not to be wasted on wounds." Mother had said. I'll tell you this, because you should know how I look at hurt. I'll look at the pain in muted rebellion, I do not know how to find the wound.
2. I'd thought of never writing about certain things. About the scent of sunbaked pond water. About how I like to throw my head back and watch the stars rush past in road trips. About how, on some days lethargy takes over and I crawl back into myself, exhausted. On those days, silence is a room for one, that I'd willingly share with you. On some days, you leave and suddenly, no room has room for me. I know then, what a city looks like when abandoned by its streets.
3. I feel like an apology sometimes. I am nothing more than rotting flesh, skin slapped loosely over bones that will crumble like wet sand. Wire mesh cage and a time machine loudly ticking away inside, explosion ready. I want to tell you, how
I'm a generation buried in writing it's own eulogy, and you come to me, an age of adventure.
4. I love stories. I love how I can stray aimlessly within their painted corridors, revel in all that I cannot or could not. I set my wayward thoughts loose, when nights trickles past in streetlights. To those who wander, the road is home they say. I have no home but words and there is no story but you. You, the last shred of poetry. You, the last rubric of language I'll want to come home to. //Love letters from the wasted// #Poetry
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