Strange Fits of Crying

Photographs cards ticket stubs

Memories of all that once was

And all it used to be

I see you in everything around me

I see resentment every time i see you

I see potential

I see passion

I see rejection

I see all I don’t want to feel

And then

My vision is blurred and I see nothing else

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Elle Dawn Poetry