Memories Drowned Out By Life

I feel this poem is a bit more personal than your last ones, great lines Nikki!

Indeed-that is the final step in the sadness-realizing the missing sting--Awesome Write Nikki

Get a new sting that's the thing! Great write Nikki keen observation.

i like the process. how you build it up the whole way but then at the end jus brush it off your shoulders..........thas tricky mam.....

well done miss nikki.....

great write
felt your words and the emotions
have pushed that bruise a few times myself

I hate it when you wake up with those mystery bruises and you're like Wtf I wasn't even drunk last night but you can't help but make them just a little bit bigger cause they irritate you and if they're gonna be there they might as well look a pretty shade of purple ... Yeah those last few lines had me thinking that. I can't help but wonder what the relationship between you and him was.. cool piece.

Well written, Nikki. Had me checking for "bruises" but it seems they've all healed. Still, the feeling.. Nailed it.  

lovely... captured the emotions well :)

okay.Nikkimo//

writ in healing,
healin writ

What-Ever, Nikkimoe, this jerk did not deserve you, he wants to hurt you with goodbyes, no, good riddance, you are the greatest in the fervent eyes of most all who tread your words and deeds.

Darkness is comfy, but damn, it's a hammock-on-a-cruise-ship feeling when you can't remember that bad shit as much anymore.

Mindfulness is cool.