{"id":42506,"date":"2017-08-06T07:34:49","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T11:34:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42506"},"modified":"2022-06-27T18:44:45","modified_gmt":"2022-06-27T22:44:45","slug":"dont-cry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/dont-cry\/","title":{"rendered":"Don&#8217;t Cry"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>8\/6\/17 4:31am<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t Cry<\/p>\n<p>Do you remember the way things were when we first met?<br \/>\nRoller-coasters beneath fireworks and every day was a celebration.<br \/>\nEvery day was an anniversary, an outpouring display,<br \/>\nOf all of our shiniest bits. The ones that I like to nibble on.<br \/>\nMaking love inside tents while rain dripped down through the trees,<br \/>\nAll my memories of you are reels on repeat of giggling and holding each other close.<br \/>\nWalking across hot coals in your dad&#8217;s back yard. Climbing through the woods.<br \/>\nYou and I were always climbing, but then there came a shift; I didn&#8217;t feel the hand reach back for me.<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t know when it was that I grasped forward and felt my palms fly through the air,<br \/>\nBut suddenly you weren&#8217;t there and I turned into a gnashing and resentful whirl wind,<br \/>\nOf drinking myself stupid and watching the clock expectantly.<br \/>\nI miss the way we used to be. I miss the empty apartment with one couch,<br \/>\nOur room just a few boxes on the floor in the corner. I miss the way things were,<br \/>\nBefore this became our present. I miss the calmness of your presence like a<br \/>\nSan Diego ocean lulling me to sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>8\/6\/17 4:31am Don&#8217;t Cry Do you remember the way things were when we first met? Roller-coasters beneath fireworks and every day was a celebration. Every day was an anniversary, an outpouring display, Of all of our shiniest bits. The ones that I like to nibble&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":981,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42506","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42506","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\/981"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42506"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42506\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123922,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42506\/revisions\/123922"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}