love forgets me
in tangles of empty
sheets and blank walls
I let white paint cover
mix matched hues of you
conquering travesty after tradegy
lost to hold onto debris left
remnants tossed in the middle
of forgetting ...love
I move slow
so maybe I can catch
what I might have missed
in passing flickering past thoughts
sprinkles of memories
of your touch
is only a taste
of what I used to know
a former life
another time
another place
ruffled and thrown
void of feel
after the blood had stained
from an unspeakable pain
upon the death of my heart
in desolate caves
where no one hears
I'm back to not knowing
how love can be for real
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