You're Memory My Disease
Your memory is like a disease. It sneaks up on me in the most unexpected ways,
at the most unexpected times. It paralyzes me, dragging me back to the past.
Forcing me to relive those fateful moments. I ripped you from me taking a piece
of me as you went, or so I thought for you lie restlessly in the back of my mind just
waiting for your next chance to rise up. Will I ever be in peace? I can't just forget
when given so much to remember. I seem to be trapped inside my very mind with
you every time I close my eyes. A curse or a blessing I will never know. I was
taught so much in such a short time, with an even amount of pain given in
between each lesson. I wish I had never meet you, yet I am who I am because of
you. I can't escape it. In reality I move on without you, I'm happy. Yet in my mind I
am broken and you're the one taking and picking up the pieces. You'll be the end
of me in more ways than one. Your memory, mydisease.
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Words Left Unspoken
PoetryThe hardest part about this life is living in it. Things would be so much easier if we all just said what we wanted to say, but we don't and probably never will. Words left unspoken is a look behind the curtain of a person who was ready to give up o...
