Your 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 though 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 your the one taking and picking up the pieces. You'll be the end of me in more ways then one. Your memory, my disease.