handcuffed to the feeling

you do all you can to escape the memories that follow you

Memories
The way the sun danced on your skin and my fingers through your hair
Tainted now by sorrow and distorted by my hurt

You said 'twas to protect me. Rescued me with a lie.

Wrapped me in deception. Smothered an honest cry

Now everything is different, even the memories have changed

Pain has rewritten history and cast a shadow on your name.

My heart and mind transparent to you. Dense of me to assume the same.

You were classic literature and I wanted to read every page.

I was just an unfinished manuscript left unpublished and error ridden

I looked past your typos confounded by your smile.

The same can't be said of me and I see that clearly now.

Mistakes became too much for you and the ink of your red pen.

You left my pages torn for a new author to start again.

How can someone leave you? Worse off than before.

How can you abandon? Someone who longed to be yours.

I see its unrequited. The longing for your touch.

I still can feel your hands on me. Your scent left behind.

It has me wrapped up in your tee shirt. You dancing through my mind

Mascara smudged along my pillow. Tears staining my face.

I ran away to escape you but I see you in every place

The hills of Monserrat seem to whisper to me your name

Within cathedrals with my love I lit, for you, a flame.

A tiny little candle burning in the dark, slowly getting dim to match your presence in my head

Trying to rid myself of you has brought you close inside.

Infiltrating every crevice where my mind attempts to hide

I see you in the strangers, walking along the streets.

I guess it's my heart praying that you never did leave me.

Still I know what's true. What broken, black and blue

Maybe I'll try Paris and sit outside the louvre.

And art will fill my consciousness,

instead of thoughts of you.