Memories of the Dead

Sometimes is feels like memories do more damage than the actual event.

an accidental love
no choice or intent
sparked by a stare
that initially nothing meant

but as time passed by
her radium eyes i could not forget
the cause of dead memories
and words I would regret

blinded by your tears
and encumbered by your concrete heart
you kept our beautiful lie
painfully far apart

I tried to fight back
but love is not a battle to be fought
rather words to be spoken
and scaring lessons to be taught

to forget such perfection as her
I would have to die
be reborn, forget all that I knew
and live my new lie

now only one dread left
that keeps my fears fed
the promise that I'll remember
the memories of the dead

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[courtridicule]

a sad tale my friend...this gives us strength...