vague

by mandaceehb

i only remember the silhouettes of mistakes

never her face, never her hands

never the way she lashes at me with her tongue

crushes my bones with her fists

memories of wrongdoings i cannot

conjure

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i never remember the tears that stick to my face

the watercolor bruises

the bent minds and broken hearts

literally and figuratively

am i forgiving or forgetful,

kind or an escapist?