Global amnesia

The eye of the tempest--  
The churning of impending catastrophe,  
A false security blanket  
Engloves every square inch,  
Every neuron of my left-sided brain.  
 
Once the mind is idle--  
Even undetectably, imperceptibly,  
Even for a millionth of a second--  
A flash flood of memories  
Saturates my sponge of a brain  
Overflowing my teacup,  
Me being the too-little spoon  
And not knowing how to swim.  
 
Sometimes, they're blissful--  
The way I blossomed in spring  
Under your madcap care  
My mind opening like your lips  
Beneath my earlobe,  
My paper crown disintegrating  
And constantly being remade--  
Refilled with love and precious gems.  
 
Sometimes, they're painful--  
Your pretensions constantly  
Making me feel obtuse and childlike,  
Continuously casting my sentiments aside,  
And how starless tears streamed,  
Your fuzzy face gleaming in my eyes  
As you lied without hesitation.  
 
Sometimes, they're realistic--  
Whilst writing the postscript,  
I realized nothing in the world  
Could have been as spiritual or as biting  
As you pronouncing the words,  
"I don't remember that whole year."