I’m sorry I can’t look at you
Because you remind me of somebody I knew
Whose eyes weren’t blue as the ocean yet held the same depth
And with every breath in that moment I lost a little more life
I’m sorry I can’t meet your stare
Because it reminds me of a time where I started to care
A little too much about people who didn’t care back
And it kept me on a brutal track
And I’m sorry that I know you’re pretty
Because I don’t think it’s truly you I think about
And I know that’s shitty
So please don’t think too much about my gaze
Or the tears you might see
Because all you see is an accumulation of years
Where a snapshot was everything to me
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I’ve been haunted by memories recently; well, for the last year I think. Unfortunately, through no fault of their own, someone has brought one of those up merely by existing. I despite it, but at the same time, there’s a strange, wistful part of me that remembers the good. I digress; apologies to the unwilling mirror of my memories.