The Return Of Kings

As I arrive upon the scene, remembrance begins to flow through. Vivid images of a forbidden passion that fell through. Wondering if she's still writing on here my cells loose and I'm searching for my memories that I've let prove. Prove what? Prove of the blaspheme, actively passive aggressive apathy? Yet I show no pity cause I know that she smiling, spending time with her lover while I'm dying inside it. Honestly I still miss you each and everyday more every way I'm still provoked by your ways. How your curves look as you slender yourself in the camera and paint that perfect portrait without writing out the stanzas. So all I do is stand up, scroll through a couple of line. Realize your words have darkness and beauty cOlla berating the lines. I hope one day we get to talk someday on another level. I know that I was wrong but I cannot standing. Staring at the bear you gave me, it's still my treasured friend. Even when I wake up, see it then I feel again. You are still a true friend but we were more than lovers. Insanity driven actions so we're honestly shady. You left me alone and took your memories with ya, and now I'm scanning instagram liking your pictures. Damn.