{"id":118616,"date":"2022-06-26T00:48:08","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T04:48:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=118616"},"modified":"2022-06-26T00:48:08","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T04:48:08","slug":"i-talk-a-lot-to-my-past-self","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/i-talk-a-lot-to-my-past-self\/","title":{"rendered":"I Talk A Lot To My Past Self"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>content warning: just an introspective monologue to my past self, should be good<\/p>\n<p>I Talk A Lot To My Past Self<\/p>\n<p>I see so much of you in me.<br \/>\nThe way I smile. The giddiness<br \/>\nof learning something new.<br \/>\nI see it in the way I grasp my body,<br \/>\ntouch my face, all those little insecurities.<br \/>\nI see it in the quiet moments,<br \/>\nwhen I do something outrageous,<br \/>\nmake a nonsensical joke.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s hard to believe I was ever you.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m so different now, even though<br \/>\nyou left your mark on me.<br \/>\nYou filled your head with what you knew,<br \/>\nlittle judgments created by ignorance<br \/>\nand the fact you didn&#8217;t know<br \/>\nhow to express the way you felt.<\/p>\n<p>But you were also kind.<br \/>\nI know your hands; they&#8217;re my hands,<br \/>\neven though my hands are bigger now.<br \/>\nThey touched gently. They gave<br \/>\nthe best hugs. They still give pretty good ones.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not sure what you&#8217;d think about me,<br \/>\nand that&#8217;s the strangest bit of all.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re one in the same.<br \/>\nWould you hate me? (No, that&#8217;s not like you)<\/p>\n<p>Tonight, I will tuck you in and sing you a song,<br \/>\nand tell you that it&#8217;s okay that you&#8217;re different.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll let you know all the words you need to know<br \/>\nto describe yourself.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ll be okay, kid; you&#8217;ll make it out.<br \/>\nAfter all, I&#8217;m still around.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>content warning: just an introspective monologue to my past self, should be good I Talk A Lot To My Past Self I see so much of you in me. The way I smile. The giddiness of learning something new. I see it in the way&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4005,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-118616","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118616","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4005"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=118616"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118616\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":118620,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118616\/revisions\/118620"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=118616"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=118616"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=118616"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}