PoetryDump

I fought for 67 you wanted 71; we settled for 68 because 69 was too corny.

It was the free fall towards the earth that built my desire to find my way back.

Lost in the dirt, though I relished in this humbling experience.

I've made little peace with what led me here.

Because I've never felt valued by someone who didn't know my story; but you were interested in hearing it.

I know not what comes of us, but refreshing it is to feel admired in any sort of fashion.

Too long I've feared of speaking such words as they would come across as arrogance. To feel a way of speaking for someone else.

This time I didn't have to. You've made me feel it.

20 minutes in distance separates us but this feeling so foreign I didn't know the language.

You aren't mine.

But you are special to me, and that is good enough.

You listen to me, you hear me

Let me never forget this feeling, even if it is my last feeling.

Maybe I'm naive, and you're just being nice.

Find me in conversation, i don't hold back. I'm not the person you wanted; that person does not exist.

I just hope you can find bits of me where your happy thoughts go. Stay there for a while, thoughts turn to memories.

Let them not be imaginary.

The pathway towards a good morale, now covered in debris. I didn't bother searching, I forged my own. Now I sleep with the lights on,

Stay if you'd like, go if you must.

I'll still be here;

Brittle only for a moment

For this was something I foreshadowed with your introduction to my life.

"Oh well"

I chose to let all trauma take a much larger toll on me than most moments of minor, sometimes miniscule traumatic events, should.

I let things bother me, so I could do something about it as a person. I self reflect often to let these little moments of things that genuinely bothered me no matter how small, I knew I didn't want to ever give another person a moment of unhappiness that they would ever reflect on in a time of bad memories.

I never wanted to be in someone's bad memories. Whether they not close to me in relation, or a stranger

A take the bits and pieces of trauma and all their depths, with me. They've made me a better person I'm this quest for the goal of kind heartedness.

It endless and it challenging, I have slipped in my act towards selflessness many time, and I need not to be reminded of them, I remind myself of them often. With the only optimistic thought I keep in mind in order from tearing myself apart, being, i am learning not to do hurtful things that others have done to me.

I am small in importance and comparison to a person I want to but I've grown to know that the levels of trauma are a personal scale. I believe, like most of us; have gone through a lot of shit, I'm sure I've handled them worse than a lot.

I remember the bad in everyone, but only scarcely let it drown out the memories of an ounce of good. We are not born this way, we were made this way.