some stories.

i have stories, and then some.

some stories i haven’t forgotten, some i haven’t forgotten yet.
some stories i want to forget, some i don’t.
some i can’t, some i won’t.

some stories i hold on to, some aren’t even mine.
some were never mine to begin with,
some i’ve made my own.

some make me happy, some make me laugh
some are funny, some make me cry later.

some are vivid and pristine,
some are a little extra.

some have morals, some are unfinished,
some are quite short and fairly pointless.

some are stories i’ve heard, some are stories i tell.
some are stories i’ve been told.

some are stories i’ve never told,
some are stories i never stop telling.

some are big things, some are small things.
some have little meaning, some have hidden meanings.

some have been hidden away.

some stories i’d forgotten, some i’d forgotten to tell you.
some take me back, some give you something to take back with you.

i am good in some, bad in some.
sometimes, neither. often, both.

some are poetic, some are pathetic.
some are better said, some are better read.

some are tragic comedies, some are comedic tragedies.

some are moments that take time to tell,
some are years in a word, or two.

some are poetry in motion, some are all over the place.

some are funny as hell, some are stupid as fuck.

some stories make you laugh, some make you think,
some make you think of.
some make me think.

some make me think of you.

i don’t know how some start,
i don’t know when some finish.

some have me, some have you,
some have someone else.

some stories are stories,
some stories are poems.

some are songs.

some go on. some end abruptly.