Memories Beyond the Door
Talking to him was like a high
Then I'd crash and burn with a cry
I'd eat you, breathe, and sleep
But the darkened memory of you I keep
The memory of you is seared in my mind
And peace I cannot find
Even now, after all this time
The burden of it is mine
It was a dangerous rush
And for a while, I'd dare to touch
And yet I kept coming back
Because I thought it was something I lack
My love for him was raw, real,
And unlike anything I thought I could feel
I was addicted and out of control
Couldn't get out, even when I wanted to fold
Going at high velocity, no surprise I fell when it ended, so abruptly
Like a broken bone it's mending, but will never be the same
The pain will go too, Till all I have left...
Is the memory of you
3-21-13
Copyright © Caleah Buil | Year Posted 2013
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