amerevengeance

A casual mention of your name displaces clarity until the light bulb sparks to life, beams dispersing the fog on my mind. You were my everything I find you in every thing - books on shelves, lyrics in songs, memories under weights that I'm either too weak to lift or too wise to bring back. And yet I forgot you. I forgot who I promised to never forget. I forgot what life won't let stay forgotten. I forgot how much I wish I could forget. How I wish I could forget. How could I forget?

You don't have to love me, I'll be fine if you never do. What would hurt me is if you never love you. You're more than you realize; I know you think the same when you look in my own eyes down to all of my self blame. I think many things are my fault because I'm the common denominator, but maybe that's something I should halt because what if I'm only an uncommonly common factor? You haven't told me everything, this is a lot of speculation; you worry you'll ruin anything, based on my calculations. I want to make sure you know as much as I'm logical and rational, I'm always willing to go on adventures merely making promises they could be so

The moon still pulls on the tides with force that never fully subsides while the sun still dies every night to let a thousand stars come to light, as I still find myself perpetually gravitating to your heart and mind so captivating.

I memorized your silhouette by sight, every curve and contour, and now I want my fingertips to flow along those same outlines. I learned the cadence of your footsteps, in hopes one day I'll hear them coming to me before anyone else. I recognize you by touch alone; if I became blind, I could know you from the way your hands send sparks across my shoulders and down my back. But more than what I know, above all else I want to learn your heart and I want to keep it safe.

The rain turned to crystals in the sky, as sparkling as the look in your eyes. Cold they were, but they would melt, just as I intended to thaw your heart until my adoration could be felt. Leaves no longer died under skies of grey, instead life began to grow under the sun's rays. So, too, did my love for you swell, but as time went on, much like rain, it eventually, unexpectedly, fell. Temperatures caused wavy visions, as out of reach as my old mission. I stopped chasing as you had asked, but the heated memories of your words I failed to let stay in the past. The trees aged and lost their color, while the spark in your eyes seemed duller. T

The ship sailed, pushed from shore with my stowaway heart aboard. Hope and ocean waves pulled it in; the gusts breathed into the sails in remembrance of your breaths blown across my skin. Your toying with my strings rocked my course, or maybe it was only the turbulent waters that left me wondering in which way would lay what I searched so hard for. The hull splintered on rocks just beneath the surface as my desire splintered on dashed hopes beneath my surface. A ship can be repaired with new wood, some nails, and time. I've run out of timber and I've never learned how to hold things together. If time alone could solve damaged vessels, my ve

My thoughts have been consumed like matter by a dark hole. Except what has taken hold of my everything is far from dark; it's as blazing as the stars that will burn out long before my interest shall. When your Aurora Borealis touch flares across my back, the spark spreads through me with the same energy as galaxies expanding. Not even Jupiter's multitude of moons could pull back the tides of my attraction; Mar's namesake couldn't match my wrath when anyone hurts you anymore than Venus' namesake could match your beauty. I will never discover new planets, but then again, the only celestial body I care to explore is yours.

My heart circulates more alcohol than hemoglobin ever since your love was lost and your promises broken. They told me to be careful, don't get burned, but no one ever told me warning signs to learn for other impending disasters. Now as liquor drowns my sensibilities after you readily let all my hopes down, I find myself wondering what I ever saw in you - a heart that couldn't be made up, a mind that didn't know what was right, a body with no secrets left. Whether I was one of many or one of few, it doesn't even matter anymore when I'm in thought. I'd say I was lost in it except this locale where I'm caught is one I've found myself in far too

I was never as good as you at making memories from strings and ivory. Such talent you had, for drawing forth music that would be as lilting  - or as woeful - as you needed it to be. It doesn't stop me now, though; it may be my fingers upon the keys, but it's your soul within the sounds. You would sit here for hours almost every day, lost in your thoughts. And now, despite your portrait on the walls and the ring still set around my finger, nothing pushes me to get lost in thoughts of you the way idly pressing on this piano does.