Remind Me

The ice water pouring over my tongue brings nothing but anxious love that dwells from deep inside my guilt – my inability to trust causes my desires to stop short at a stop light – holding them back out of fear, or perhaps out of longing. I regret the childish shriek that erupted from within the first time I experienced it all, but it will never be something I'll be able to take back – not that I'd want to, of course.

Short-Term Instead

you once understood me

down to the slightest

crease in my flesh

but if this is true,

then how is it possible

that you now,

don't know me at all?

you pushed me behind

as if under a bus

to hold together your past

when holding onto us

went to the back burner.

you moved forward

and that's fine

but you forgot

and for that, I can

not.