Sometimes I wish I could
wipe away my memories of you.
Like writings on a chalkboard.
Leaving nothing behind but
fine white dust
and faded broken outlines.
But I know that even if my mind
could somehow be erased…
I’d still remember
every part of your face.
Tag: Broken
Fleeing
I am always
looking for
the broken ones…
The ones
who are
like me.
But who am I
to fix their
problems…
When my own
I try to
flee.
AO Poetry 