Awake My Memory.

True in every given letter...

As I lie awake at night, and even as I write this,

You I can see, a vivid imagery.

I stare at these fingers as I type these words

And your eyes are glistening in my nails.

Your smile is on the screen as I look up to check these words

And your face is all I see.

You’re a haunting memory.

You are a face of dismay and I love it so.

Your eyes are closing, a distant look of pain fading.

Your smile is vanishing, and you cast your head down.

‘Don’t look at me’ you say in my ear.

‘I am broken and there’s nothing you can do…’

A cruel truth to me, but are you sure?

‘There’s only me that I can fix, and there’s nothing you can do…

You cannot even hold me…We’re so far away…’

I remember these moments where I am scared to turn around

To see who’d fingers are tipping up my spine.

And it’s these moments that drive me up a wall,

My nails clawing to nothing but blood,

These words fleeting to the silence.

You’re a haunting memory that I love.

You are always right here where you belong:

My heart.

And that I can give you.  That can fix your broken muscle.

All I ask is that you give me one more memory…

One more…

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[screamin'ian]

All we want is more, always more. We want to be more, do more, have more... We want to be enough to fix the damage in others to fix the damage in ourselves.
Sometimes we refuse to believe that our most precious gift, our heart, our love, is not enough to heal another