I AM (Who I Am)
I am the backpack you used
to carry in
first grade
and all you had inside
were crayons
the song on the
radio
that you can never seem to get out
of your mind
the LED of the alarm clock
telling you
it's 3 AM
but your mind is racing through
restless thoughts
and sleeping pills don't work
I am the first time you got
high
and you thought you were so
cool
before you found yourself wide awake
on a stranger's bed
I don't think I will digress
the coat in the trunk
that you always plan to
wear when it gets cold
but you never do,
I don't think you want to
I am the cup of coffee that
gets you excited in the
morning
but restless in the
evening
as your heart pounds on
for no reason
the rotary
phone
you bought only
because
it was vintage
and used
like you
I am the record left
behind
on the shelf
because you used to
play it on repeat
and nostalgia hurts
you worse than a
bullet through your skull
the tear in your heart
where the blood
should be as everything
you had ever loved slowly
leaves
I am the grenade in
your back pocket
you would rather use
on yourself
than me
This poem is about:
Me
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