Us.

ive been sitting here for quite some time my eyes fixed in an entranced stare. these pictures are permanent behind my eyelids. yet here i sit gripping the very pictures i long to burn in anger. i remanisce slowly at how we were... 'us' torturing myself i know i am. but this is not merely being hurt nor lonely. this is wholehearted loving with no return or replenishing supply. so here i sit for quite some time waiting for my vision to unblur. for it is quite difficult to see clearly when the tears are flowing. flowing... flowing... on the very same memories. distorting the view clouding the image washing away the very thing i hold dear. running down following the twisted path of the scar tissue that has formed and hardened my heart.