“have you noticed

how the sharply delineated edges

of bad memories

soften and curl in on themselves

when inevitably placed

to the flame of time

they are burnt by a nostalgia

that in the moment

you could have sworn

you would never fuel

if we cannot forgive

life makes us forget

so that we move forward

with lighter step”

- d.c.

Forget, remember

Sometimes i forget that the things you did are considered abuse

Sometimes i forget that i had been abused long before i met you, too

It’s easy to write these things off, subconsciously, to avoid the heartache

The reality that someone i once loved hurt me in this way that i can’t seem to let go of

And it’s always kind of startling, when i look back, and i realize for the hundredth time

That there is a reason why the things you did still haunt me

It changed me in ways that i am still trying to understand in this moment

And i have come to accept that i won’t ever get it completely

I always wonder if you think back and realize how harmful it was

Each time i forget, only to think back and remember again