Outgrowth

There are days when a boiling pot of water,

Or the sight of a snail

Becomes heavier than any funeral I could attend.

Relational memories forged from purity

My mind can't extrapolate completely or

Repress for me.

I tattooed my old bedroom window

On my forearm just to remember

The late nights I spent

Wishing I were anywhere else

And wishing I were nowhere else.

It's a strange thing when

Your brain knows when to repress the dark memories,

But seldom lets you forget the good ones -

Which I've found to hurt the most.

Humans outgrow each other all the time,

Flowers do it too.

I just wish often that we didn't have to.