Tiptoe around the edges of my heart all you want, but don't fall in, for the forrest stitched together by the threads of my veins is still burning.
Scatter my bones and scar my skin with beautiful words, but if you dip your fingertips in my unhealed wounds, prepare to drown in a pool of sorrow.

To have your tears as the last memory..
To know that I have tried and failed forever and again
to assume that you would see the love shining from within my eyes and instead watch you fixed
over the nothingness rolling out of my tongue
I shall not ask forgiveness for I am the one that effortlessly drew scars of disappointments
over the softness of your skin, I am the one that burned your light into my darkness.
you stood, a burning bright light before my eyes and I ran into dimness
I ran away, from your sweetness into my own misery.
I ran, holding traces of your perfume permanently stitched into
the skin of my palms
and your teary eyes glued into the back of my head like the first
page of my favorite book
but how could you let me go when everything within me silently begged you not to..

One day, you realize you have to let go of what once was and walk into what might or might not ever be, it also hits you that its time to loosen the grip around the ropes you held tight for so long, that even the bruises they left on the palms of your hands couldn’t convince you to let them slip. You watch those ropes fall far into the back of your memory with bittersweet melancholy, and after some time you begin to feel yourself gracefully peeling out of your own skin. The lyrics of a song you loved a year ago flirts  with your ear while simultaneously running its knife through the strings of your heart.  The memories that you buried night after night come to life and start slow dancing before your eyes, its only then that you find yourself stricken with grief, because its only then that you admit it belongs to another time, a time that tricked you into believing it's days would never run out on you, yet one day it collects all the moments and memories you shared and  decides to give you up to another time, then graciously drifts away into the nothingness of the past, with a hope to be forgiven, but never forgotten and never lived again.