you litter my mind like a piece of garbage
no matter how far i go or how much i accomplish i am tainted by the thought of you
the memories, the what-ifs, the whys?
in a million years i wonder if i could ever forget you or if you'd still be a bitter taste on my tongue
of all the stars ive chased there still lingers a strange curiosity for your existence
i hope in time it will fade, for the sands of our time are long past
nothing could bring us together again

constantly i shed and morph
never quite becoming who i need to be
always ridding myself of something (or someone) i once was
presently a constant reminder of shame, disappointment,
but above all,
hope in a new world
for the only world which truly exists is that which is within yourself
create, re-create,
the world is yours to mold
the power has always been in your hands