To the me I`ll never be again
To the one I want, but can never have
I can`t change, I can`t move
This unflattering desire
Like a butterfly, trapped in an open cage
So easy to leave, yet not wanting to
Going nights upon nights
Wondering what you`d think of me
Too scared to ask, too brave to know
I flick another page.
Another page, another memory
I hate memories
Pass me by, they make me what I am
That I don`t want
To have then to not have
Having the memory
Knowing the item that filled my lonely heart
Only to lose it again
Twisting memories, twisting what I want
If only I knew what I wanted.
The regrets, the memories
I only know what I don`t want
Time flickers, another minute
Past passing, Present pausing
I take another pen
Another page
I scratch another memory
Why can`t I have the me that I want?
The me with perfect memories
Of a perfect you
In that perfect world where everything is so certain
The music rings “Lacrimosa“
“Another story for another tear“
The passing time, never taking me with it
The bittersweet envelope that wraps life
Dear friend I hope you know
That to know, is the greatest gift
Even apart from you, I pretend I am with you
I remember the quirks you have, the you I recognise
And I laugh, to myself, to the world
Granting everyone a piece of you that I love
Yet, never wanted to share
It burns every piece of me
Is it just me? Do you treat them that way too?
Sitting beside myself
Thinking only thoughts
Burning my money, wasting my time
When in reality, you`re all I`ve really wanted
Throw away a dried pen
The freak in me still writing
Still dwelling
A thousand memories flooding in
I hate memories so much.
Source : Mistune on dA
