To my past

 

I remember the first time I shared my poetry. And the sweaty hands. 

I remember the purple Barbie dress I stole from my neighbor. 

I remember moving into an empty nursery room, I was hugging a pink blanket. 

I remember the cooler falling on my head, and waking up to dad over me. I remember the taste of metal in my mouth.

I remember the first day of Creative Writing and Nelson's beard. 

I remember the first night in our new house, and feeling like I was suppose to be crying like my brother.

I remember kissing for the first time, and the vanilla Chapstick. 

I remember my first concert. The bass thumping in my chest. 

I remember when it felt like we had so much time left. 

I remember my first date. 

I remember wondering if Nelson was ever going to shave. 

I remember my first real kiss and wondering if they were all going to suck like that one. 

I remember getting my hair stuck in my headgear.

I remember all the days spent in dad's office instead of school. 

I remember hearing my dad yelling at my brother in the middle of the night. 

I remember the first time I felt like enough. 

I remember my third grade teacher's bulging eyes. 

I remember 

I remember 

I remember.