Spoken Word Poetry

A blur memory of us

I thought I'm okay,
But every little thing
in this little world still
reminds me of you.

Seems like every step
is a path of blocks, that
makes me walk backwards.
I couldn't control myself,
It's leading me back to you.

Every beat of this heart,
pumps the veins of my
undying love for you,
This love goes all the way
through my nerves,
It sometimes causes headache,
an ache from a blur
memory of us.