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Digging Up Memories
The words lit up across the entry like a poisonous flame
Searing my eyes as though embedding themselves inside my head
Temples throbbing instantly from the jackhammer on my skull
Trying to chip away the protective coating of white.
"Why did I search to see....How she was?"
I know of what she has done
Ruining my entire image and melding it to hers
Making the initial tear away all the more unpleasant
Many of my attributes sticking to her frame still.
"She misses me? Why? Why do you miss me!?"
Questions threaten to drown me
The taste of bitter hatred on my tongue
Curling up into a sickened ball of loathing
The fear of what I forgot coming back.
"You're being ridiculous... She's gone."
A trembling hand runs through these curls
I should feel proud she is not mine anymore
Most assuredly not hers
Continuing to type to the one I love now.
"See...Everything's fine."
I smile in a way
Knowing that what's done it done
A new beginning into what romance is
But this time not shattering another.
[i]Memories will always taint the past
However we have lived through them
As we build up more things to remember
That push the tainted back into subconscious.
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Published 18th Mar 2012
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18th Mar 2012 9:23pm
18th Mar 2012 10:56pm
From the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light, I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truths and memories of truths and its direction toward the Third Place, where the starting point is myth. Dear have I missed your words. You fill my list up so well. I have read over them many of times. Kudos to you my friend. Dave
19th Mar 2012 2:43am
A nice piece to read upon. Memories are so good and should always be cherished. Even in the passage, it is only focused on a certain events, since it has been a part of your life, you must not let it go.
4th Apr 2012 10:57pm
