I talk about how my heart pains
But when we aren’t speaking I’m so happy with the memories
Then when you call it’s as if that’s all things will ever be: memories.
And I will never have a future where more can be created.
Shouldn’t I be grateful? Some people don’t even have memories
Am I lucky or cursed?
To have felt your hands in mine
Your lips on mine
Or am I cursed
To live with the memory
And long for it
And never have it again
I wanted to write more positively
Truly I did
But I find myself now sinking
Into this darkness that completely encases me
I guess my main question is:
Did I walk in voluntarily?