a late night attempt at poetry

i wouldn't consider myself a writer much less a journalist, an author or someone who writes well. scenarios are hard to describe, spelling takes a bit for me to catch if there's a mistake and sometimes the words just don't make sense unless i take the time to think about it.

i have a terrible memory as of late. it's impacting a lot in my life and i want to remember. or at least i should want to remember what has happened. was i really in that conversation? or are they lying to me?

did i know this event was something i attended or are they lying to me?

they; the voice in my head, my subconscious, my family, my friends, my peers, my coworkers, my boss, my phone.

i have a bad memory of things that have happened to me. the good, the bad, the nuanced, the long winded arguments, the tense conversations, the fighting, the words i cannot take back and the words i still have burns from.

i wouldn't consider myself a poet. i have difficulty conveying my feelings because i don't know what is the right emotion to be having in the moment. am i wrong to feel bad? feel too much or too little.

i should take some time to think about this.

i should remember this.