I deleted all my unsent letters.
I deleted all my unsaid words.
I deleted my notes I kept for us to track the shows we watched.
I deleted my notes I kept for us to track the games we played.
I deleted my past heartbroken, desperate and obsessive words that no longer align with my peace.
But I did need all that. It wasn't as if it was for nothing.
I can't keep holding onto the past while I'm trying to move forward. You can't keep holding me back.
I do still give an extra twist on the bottle cap of the 2 liter bottles of Coke. I still think about needing to wash my hands after eating because my hands smell. I still say "Oh em gee" and "Did I do that?".
I take little pieces of joy with me. And I'm leaving the broken, dark ones behind.
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Notes from the Mind
PoetryI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
