My mind is clouded from faded memories. Memories. It's funny how after so much time passes by, how after so much changes and after so many heartbreaks, memories don't leave. They're constant reminders that I have lived. I like having memories, remembering all the good times with those I love..but then, there are always bad memories. Memories bursting with sickly poison. A sickly poison sometimes referred to as 'reality'. As much as I try to forget, I can't. It attacks my brain, stabs my heart; gives me pain. Every time I re-live a poisoned memory, it makes me question where I went wrong. What I did to make you hate me. I was so prepared to losing someone who I love so much, for your selfish ways. But you didn't let me. So instead I lost you. And all that's left are charred memories. After our friendship burnt down, all that was left were ashes...memories. Memories that used to make me smile when I'd think about them, now sting my eyes with tears. But not even all the oceans I've wept for you, could have saved our burning friendship. I guess it was meant to be, I guess it was destiny. Now all I'm left with is our memories. Our memories; a mixture of the sweetest honey and the most venomous poison. Memories. I'm so consumed by our memories, I feel trapped. I'm lost in this void of constant sadness and anxiety, but at least I have memories.
A/N- I find it easier to flow my writing when writing negative pieces. If I try writing about someone I love I just get awkward and compliment them a lot. Writing about sadness is easier than happiness idk why, pain is inspiring I guess :/ -B
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AcakThis whole thing is just me being indirect,, and my thoughts and feelings bc I've been through a lot lately so ya kno
