Memories are just blank sheets of paper.

No matter what you feel.
No matter how many burning blood cells course through your veins,
From your heart to your fingertips.
No matter the violence that surges through your body,
Heat and strength.

You will never be able to throw that sheet of paper across the room.
It will never reach the other side.
It will fall right below your feet again.
And again.

And again.

Crumple it up-
And maybe it will reach the other side,
But you will never be able to unravel it.
It will never be the same,
Contorted,
Distorted,
And Misshapen,
Not what you started with.

But don’t ever let yourself forget.
That the sheet of paper folds.
Fold it into a plane,

And with a gentle push,
It’ll fly across the room.

Without violence.
Without regret.

A beautiful goodbye.

Never have i felt so alone.

All my friends have left
Fault of my own im sure,
For i never made the effort.
"Too busy, too tired" i said.
At first I blamed anxiety
But let's be honest,
I was just too lazy.

No family to be seen.
Packed their bags,
And off they went.
Still we talk in text, alas
no hugs through a screen.

Despite all this I was happy,
All this seemed as nothing.
As my girlfriend was my all
Best friend and family as one,
What more could i ask for?

Now we are no more.

Never have I felt so alone.