Withering Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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Submitted: July 16, 2018

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I used to love you.
I was fairly sure,
But I can't stop
Thinking about you.
Shouldn't this
Be only a fleeting thing?
Where my feelings subside,
And they wilt and die.
There's a feeling,
A inexplicable connection inside,
Where I want to call,
And talk to you,
But no.
I can't,
For fear that...
You're happy.
So why should I interfere?
My life
Doesn't need to intertwine
With yours.
Yet I feel that's untrue.
I do not know
what is in your heart,
What you desire,
But it certainly isn't me,
But there it is.
That nagging sensation.
That need to call.
Perhaps if I lay down,
And roll back my eyes
I can forget.
Just empty my brain
Till nothing exists.
Reduce my feelings
To meaningless sludge
And just reminisce...
No.
What're you doing?
Shove those feelings aside
Throw them away
And stop their cooing.
I need to move on,
And fly,
But there's chain
Wrapped around my brain.
The hippocampus to be precise,
Cause that's where memory lies.
That precious vault,
Inside my mind.
My desire
Is to crack it open,
With a steely scythe,
And rip out its contents.
For,
I do not love you.
I cannot love you.
It was foolish to
even say that
I love you,
But I don't,
I won't,
I can't love you,
But I did,
And I do,
And I want nothing
But the best for you.
So I will not call.
I will stop remembering,
And stuff my feelings
Into a bottomless pit,
Where they can rot,
Cause even rare flowers,
Like the ones we shared,
They too
Will wither and die.

by
Tynanonymous


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