Saturday, February 23, 2019

past.

(Original Date Written: Unknown. I hate when I forget to date it.)

I was never afraid of my past until you became it.
I was never afraid to drive or go to the store.
I would laugh and sing to my heart's content without worry.
I hardly ever had nightmares
or cried myself to sleep.
Now?
I'm afraid of 
My shadow.
My reflection.
Myself.
Because your words haunt me every day.
I'm afraid of my past because it is you.

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