old cancers aren’t my story
i am putting them away
i have to heal
even if that’s not real
for you
what do you expect me to do?
sorry, but i won’t die too
i have been packing away these mistakes
and not thinking they’re keepsakes
not believing they are props
or even stops
or raindrops frozen in my soul
that shit takes its toll
and i need to be better
i won’t forget the
misery
tears
pain
but i don’t want to unbox them again
they served their purpose
and i don’t need to rehearse
or reverse into them for anyone
even you