Find the tie that binds,
slip my hand into the back.
Quick to rip and just as fast,
the end of that.
Memories like this aren’t meant to last.
It’s just about time to know,
that memories don’t make a soul.
I’ve got them here like lessons,
freshly burned in multiple sessions.
Photographs fade since their made of ink,
the time we had found in an alcoholic drink.
I just want to hear you have that thing,
what you were looking for my king.
Days I say your name into my mind,
calling on the actions as if it was near.
Saying that I’m done being pulled,
and it’s you that I want to see…
I’m so blinded with the phases of wrong just be a mental escapee.
If only I had someone to replace everything that made me, me.
How do you unhurt a pleasure pain,
pulled together with stitches of strain?
You said I always want what I through,
sitting on bed in a drug fueled view.
I just want to see you happy so I can validate my hate.
It’s been several years yet my heart can’t seem to separate.
Just to see the hugs and kisses you & her share,
passionately loved dipped rich as a billionaire.
I’ll feel the dying organs in my body stop,
that was supposed to fucking be me as I watch.
One day I’ll become numb to your memory,
replace it with my now sweet & glittery.
I’m just surrounded with love & art enthusiasts,
My happiness is the memory of you never lasts.