A poem i LOVE
"the past is still there" by deborah garrison
I've forgotten so much.
What it felt like back then,
what we said to each other.
But sometimes when I'm standing
at the kitchen counter after dinner
and I look out the window at the dark
thinking of nothing,
something swims up.
Tonight this:
your laughing into my mouth
as you were trying
to kiss me.
I think I like this poem because I struggle with living in the past. It's one of the only things that makes me hate myself. As much fun as I'm having, I still know I wish it was last summer. You know, the old days. and I was a good girl. And I still believed in the good of people, and was just a nicer, simpler person. Sometimes, it would be nice to kiss only one boy again. But maybe I wouldnt be able to say that boys dont mean anything to me anymore. And I wouldnt laugh as much, as a ridiculousness of my life, that is.
I've forgotten so much.
What it felt like back then,
what we said to each other.
But sometimes when I'm standing
at the kitchen counter after dinner
and I look out the window at the dark
thinking of nothing,
something swims up.
Tonight this:
your laughing into my mouth
as you were trying
to kiss me.
I think I like this poem because I struggle with living in the past. It's one of the only things that makes me hate myself. As much fun as I'm having, I still know I wish it was last summer. You know, the old days. and I was a good girl. And I still believed in the good of people, and was just a nicer, simpler person. Sometimes, it would be nice to kiss only one boy again. But maybe I wouldnt be able to say that boys dont mean anything to me anymore. And I wouldnt laugh as much, as a ridiculousness of my life, that is.