Tiny Stories

The Curse of Memories

His name still comes to mind anytime I'm happy
It's almost as if my brain doesn't want to forget what him and I had; although it wasn't good
He hurt me and trained me like a dog to think what he did was okay
The videos are a curse I put upon myself causing a flood to break loose amongst my eyes
I'll never be the same again
He broke me
I'm damaged
Used, and useless in my mind
His name still comes to mind anytime I'm happy
Almost as if my mind doesn't want to forget what him and I had; although it wasn't good
I want to run into his arms and kiss him until my throat is dry and my lips are chapped sometimes; even though I know it's wrong
I know what he did, and I don't know why I still love him with almost all of me
I don't why my heart shatters when the memories come to mind
"HE HURT YOU!" I'll scream to myself before breaking into tears
"we've both moved on..." I whisper to myself after hours upon hours of tears
I'm flawed.
My old best friend someone I could talk to about anything; he moved on with her
They both took pieces of my heart with them
Their names still come to mind anytime I'm happy
It's almost as if I myself don't want to forget what we shared; although it wasn't good
I want to run and tell them everything when it happens
Then I remember I can't anymore
Late hours into the night I often find myself reading old messages between us; reminiscing of "happy times"
Then I feel the flood gates open in my eyes
"THEY LEFT YOU!" I'll scream at myself until I cry
Hours upon hours of tears will flow from my eyes as I constantly whisper to myself "I'm used, not good enough for them, and I'll never be like I was again"
My eyes sting from tears as I write this; although I haven't cried in weeks
I have no more tears; the curse took them away
The Curse of Memories