You never realize the sovereign time has over your enervated being. That capability of turning a moment you're so fondly drowning in, into an unreachable memory.
That shiver her fingers tingled your amaranthine tinted skin with or the second you woke to her voice humming that lullaby. You know you took it for granted, embracing it to that tormented heart of yours as if it would cure it. How could you ever imagine the river could run dry when it acquiesced your thirst over and over again?
You're only left with the scar the wound imprinted upon your being to swear its existence, for the one who once kissed your scars became one herself. Ain't she the only one you're proud of? The most agonizing of them all nonetheless. You wore your vows as a necklace, but oh how heavy it have turned to be, you can no longer lift your head to look death in the eyes and pretend you don't fear it.
You still remember it all.
Her smile when she was caught starring at you.
The way she liked to cut her apples in the morning.
Her tears over fictional characters she dared to fall in love with.
Screams echoing through the house when you drove her out of her mind.
And that soothing sigh she breathed to your soul when the bed sheets swore in the name of your love.
It's written all over you with drops of torment.
It all left a mark.
