in every story
i have told over the scope
of these three and something years,
i think you've been the villain
in every sentence, and
every scene.
but now
that i've been thinking,
i want a thing from you; time to let
me air out
the worst of me, and
rewrite
errored history.
i know
you weren't as bad
as i may
think;
in the long- hand version
of my memories, toothy smiles
and misplaced hair
are all i can
retain.
i see the kind that cares
just in all the wrong
and minute ways.
i see the dazed and listless
eyes
that only grow
from empathy; baby, you're the forest
through the trees.
and now that i've been thinking,
i want a thing from you; time to let me right
my wrongs
and then
come back to
you;
the forest
for the trees.
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