Meeting my Self Love

I remember you as if
we met
yesterday
it sounds like a
prayer
to fly
and I am in the middle of it
all
so I became good at editing
at crossing out my own:
...words
...thoughts
...memories
I became good at pretending
faking
at neglecting myself
day in and day out
Life of a grown up
Even though it still feels as if
we met only
yesterday
what a mistaken belief
it all clotted down my throat
and prevents me from breathing
it blocks my mind off
and I want to wipe it clean
cross it out
as if it is a slime
on a brand new mirror