Poetry & Art

I Can’t Forget

by Aubrie Arndt • September 21, 2019

I can’t forget the first few times you didn’t seem alright

I can’t forget how I couldn’t sleep at night

I can’t forget the empty bottles on the living room floor

I can’t forget how I knew I deserved so much more

I can’t forget my clenched fists against the sheets

Or the tears that came rolling down my cheeks

I can’t forget my sunken eyes

Or every single one of your lies

I can’t forget the night I watched you almost die

Every time I attempt to forget I wonder why I even try

I can’t forget the night you put your fist next to my face

Or how you never blamed the person but always the place

I can’t forget the day you left and didn’t shed a single tear

And I will never forget how it felt when you weren’t here

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by Aubrie Arndt

I’ve always wanted to define myself as a writer. I grew up in a space where I never felt comfortable openly being my whole self. Therefore, writing became this place of solace for me. Every thought or part of my story I could put onto paper. I think it takes guts to be a writer. Whether it be poetry, a short story, or a personal piece you’re putting your entire self out there for others to see. It’s pretty amazing to me. The goal for me is to have somewhat of an intimate experience with my readers. My only hope is that at least one person can take something away from whatever it is that I’ve written.

My writing is fueled by my personal experiences which can make it deeply emotional. Placing it in public for others to see makes me feel vulnerable, but that's something I'm learning to appreciate.

I am committed to reminding people that the written word isn't dead. Therefore, pick up/load up the next issue of Harness and every other Indie magazine you can get your hands on.

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