Every trace of you erased.
All memories of you replaced
with moments shared with another -
but you cannot seem to wither
away or dissipate or vaporise.
I look for you in everyone's eyes.
You used to be a drum banging the memory
of yourself into my mind; rough and ruthlessly,
then you were a constant hum always humming
and singing( perpetually) the best of our memories -
now you are a silent echo at the back of my mind;
I can never seem to leave you behind.
At times the silent echo shouts too loudly
and the whispers of you become too lively.
I'll find myself lost in you for a moment
and all those ancient memories don't feel so distant;
you'll swim in my thoughts as if you'd never left.
At the back of my mind you've built a forever nest.
I'll send my wall's warriors to fight you back down,
down into the deepest depth they've ever found.
I could let them murder you instantly if I wanted,
though I find that I would rather be haunted
than be rid of you completely for all eternity.
An addicted will never be free of addiction;
I've found that I am no different, no exception.
A silent echo at the back of my mind,
though to the shadows you'll forever be confined.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
