Memories Fading

Every hour that you don't respond I want you more. 

And I repeat you.

I repeat you until your very existence has been pounded into my bruised and bleeding heart. 

For I refuse to let you be just a memory,

A ghost to haunt me every waking hour. 

I beat the memories into my mind until I see them, burned into my eyelids every time I close them, 

Like the little orbs of light after a bright flash. 

Just as quickly, you were gone, and everyday I fall in love again with your memory.

I will forever be trapped in the torment I crave that is your crooked love.