so little

memories curl around
the corners of my eyes like
the fog in empty, early street corners
my mind has been a little empty
too because i’ve forgotten
how to search for any form of
beauty behind my daily routines
that i have been accomplishing like a
robot, pretending i’m not
unhappy
secrets are fun and all sometimes but i
miss having someone to confide in
how could i ever have forgotten the look
of ink smoothly rolling across a
page when i write
& the smudges i always seem to find on
my fingertips after
october is nearly over, i’m
one year older/
wiser and she didn’t see my tears
that night sitting next to her
in the car
to be honest,
i’m forgetting my dreams,
that light is not there anymore.

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a/n: i have nothing to write about these days.