I smoke pot to forget
what you've already forgotten.
With each hit as the reefer burns
i close my eyes and wait to be absorbed
in the forgetful, blissful, ignorance
that i enjoy.
soon enough i'll be able to forget
the feel of your lips on my neck,
your hot breath
or how you'd always walk down
the rocky path from my house
and put your hand out behind you.
like clockwork i would run up
grab your hands and wrap them around your waist.
pressing my face against your back,
squeezing your fingers.
you've forgotten the times at the park,
our first date
and the way you looked at me
like it was some kind of fate
we'd met.
some kind of blessing.
and now the only way i can put this memory to rest
is to pass the blunt,
to smoke enough each day
that i don't have to think
about how you left the way you did
and how you don't remember
the one you left behind.
Author notes
You mentioned post-secret for inspiration, I wrote a post-secret card once that said "I smoke pot to forget what you've already forgotten." I used that for my inspiration. I was dating a guy for about 2 years, and we had a great relationship but he always smoked a lot of weed. He would forget everything, he would forget plans we had already made, along with a thousand other things that broke my heart. When we broke up, the memories were killing me. I smoked occasionally, but started smoking constantly throughout the days. I noticed that I could easily forget the memories if I didn't hold onto them so tightly. weed is some kind of mind-eraser once you smoke enough of it and if you let it. now i keep smoking to hopefully forget everything he's forgotten.
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- Your deepest darkest secret... by AutumnsFlame.
662 points, ended September 1, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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Well I always tell people that you damn well cannot change the past, but you most certainly can change your outlook on it. Just remember, acceptance is key! I know my words probably don't mean much to you, and it's hard to except things sometimes... but sometimes you have to if you want to move on.
As for your poem, I thought it could use some grammar and flow but I really did like the subject and the message you were trying to convey here. Thank you for entering my contest! -
sad but beautiful.
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