For People Who Are Hard To Love

I remember feeling happy when I was folding your clothes

The shadow of my fingers tracing my unfinished dreams in the morning sun

I remember a broken candle from a past birthday,

A confetti piece from your graduation,

A picture of you with your mother

I remember you telling me to open up and heal

I use my heartstrings to stitch my mouth and I scream in artistic expression

I remember you trying to find the courage to kiss me

Just to share the metallic taste of blood on my lips

I remember that summer

Your fingers scribbling poems on my back

I remember feeling happy with the salt on my skin

It's impossible to feel ugly with your invisible ink on my body

I remember you begging me to go to therapy

While I was bending ideas to justify my ego

Thinking the canvas of life could be manipulated by the world's smartest idiot

I remember watching you petting cats

It's impossible to feel sad with a cat between your legs

I remember talking to you about the poems I never wrote

Poetry seems pointless when you know me that well

I remember laughing at your silly comments

I remember that night

Telling me that you are afraid of change

I remember when I told you that I need to distance myself from you

I remember your eyes

You looked away to hide your vulnerability from me

I will never forget that silence

You think I have a broken heart

While I'm sure I'm just a broken person

You think I hide behind my poems

While I'm trying to convince myself that I exist

You think I lost myself in the maze of my memories

While I'm afraid of forgetting how it feels to fold your clothes