Memories. Poem by Abha Niraula

Memories.



For a long time,
after you left,
I tried so hard
to love my own skin.
But every inch of it
held your sweet smell
and I had taught myself,
over and over and over again,
to hate your every goddamned memory.

Monday, October 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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