Nostalgic
I use to remember you
That way you move your hair from your face
it strikes me down with nostalgia
Like being struck with the badge of honor from an epiphany
Too bad that cheap bulb no longer lights up though
An annoying itch is all you've become
Feelings of anguish like forgetting the words to your favorite song
I rebuke the nostalgia that is you
I no longer eat certain foods because they make me remember
not you in particular,
but the after thought, like the lingering aftertaste coffee gives sometimes
Black. Bitter. Coffee.
I tried to watch my favorite show today
Yet I remember I use to watch it with someone
Feelings of familiarity should be considered a curse
If only I could forget
I woke up on one side of my small bed today
funny because before you I used the whole bed
but I remember
I wish I could wash away this muscle memory
Yet its not all bad
I guess I kinda wish it was
Bad things linger for a moment before they biodegrade
but when its good....
the good don't just linger upon the surface of the skin
it becomes apart of your soul
like a trait from a past life I suppose
It's not you I remember, its...
simply. Nostalgic
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Wow! Great poem. I like how you describe vividly each part that hurts you. It gives the reader a great picture in their head, not just words. Keep writing on my friend.
lexiware1205
that's beautiful and so very true, The love that was the greastest always hurts the best.
SweetTea1000
Love it.