Poetry Blogs (2019, low self-esteem)
Five Dollar Words
To expunge them from my mind
That's the only thing I wish I could do for myself that I feel utterly incapable of doing
I'm at war with my thoughts and memories
Old wounds echoing in the present
Ripping my heart as fresh as it tore years ago
A different face, a different name
An altogether different entity and demeanor
But I can hear the words from your mouth as if he's spoken ...
Friday 4th October 2019 5:08 am
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