scatter

part of me wishes i could talk to you
without the flashbacks of our
poorly ended conversations.
countless hastened instances 
creating an incomprehensible blur
like a piece of artwork designed to depress.

the other part wishes to display
this disordered masterpiece
as a reminder to my 
seemingly amnesic brain
of why i will never talk to you again.

you can find the written poem on my blog. links to other social platforms here. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/support
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