Poems. Poetry.

Backwards

My brain goes backwards.
My brain goes backwards for a purpose,
Maybe to remind me of the things I should remember,
Or things I should keep in my depthless mind.

Its goes backward,
Back to the end,
To the love,
Onwards to the beginning.
It goes like this for some time now,
Since we begun it, presume.
We started a photograph that could be the perfect picture frame,
We started the Omega of the Alpha.

Lets start at the end,
The beginning of the downfall,
Where we took our own paths,
Merged it into one,
Kept it intact and for countless moments,
gave us a wonderful life.

It begun to bloom from the middle,
The happy part of the line,
The extraordinary moments to behold,
To keep in the innermost part of our hearts.

And it all ended in the beginning,
The end of all others,
For you were the only one who was mostly lively for me,
The only flower that sprung high,
The once in a lifetime moment that I saw a glimpse of my future...

A future that never happened.

It all goes backward,
Back to the part where you stabbed me with a smile,
And took my future and held onto it.

It started at the end.
It ended in the beginning.