Poem

Wrong

As soon as I forget,

you remember,

me.

 

Suddenly,

the feelings return.

Rise from the ashes,

the emotions I’ve burnt.

 

Like a wave,

they wash over me.

Cold and familiar,

like the English sea.

 

I shake it off,

hang up the phone.

Remind myself,

I’m better off alone.

 

Yes it’s attention,

but only when you grant it.

Feeling my confidence grow,

but only when you plant it.

 

No more ‘what ifs,’

no more chances.

If you really cared,

When I call, you would answer it.

 

But

 

just when I thought I had forgot,

you remember,

me.

 

And in that moment I realised,

if I wanted to be happy,

I shouldn’t have lied and denied myself

for so long.

 

It was wrong.

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