Remembering is not easy.
There are memories we choose to forget,
And memories that choose to forget us.

I was looking through old photos today.
Faces clear,
Names cloudy.

The bully.
The girl I had a crush on.
The rich kid.
Names long forgotten.

I found an old playbook today.
"Memphis."
I wonder what that was about.
I wonder who I was with.
I wonder if I liked it.

Pictures of a sunrise from summer.
I wonder how it felt on my skin.
I wonder if I smiled.
I wonder what time it was.

But the girl I passed who was crying three years ago,
The blood running down my arm,
The people I loved who did not love me,
Haunting memories.

For the people we forget move on,
And the people we remember remain frozen.
Pulling us back from the present,
Until we finally forget ourselves.

If i could write myself away, i'd be gone.
Your words soak into my hands and wrinkle them like an hour in bath water.
I want to tattoo you in every secret place on my broken body an cover my scars with you.
You are more and more beautiful each time i hear your footsteps walking and leaving prints on every surface of my insides.
You are where i belong.
If love was measured in time, you would destroy the second hand, minute hand, hour hand. the fabric of the universe would come undone. the future would be the past, and the present would not exist. there would be no ends and no beginnings. time would stop for you.
I want to be your pillow. so close to your closed eyes and free mind. i want to be your sheets wrapping around your body and curving to every space and framing you like a second skin.
You are the ocean and i am a grain of sand.
Dancing with you is like flying through a black hole all while drowning in rose petals.
Our song is the sound of the night air.
Radiance found a new name, and that name is yours and mine as one.
Your scent and touch and taste and sound and beauty are better than any drug and intoxicate me far beyond even the strongest.
You are life and enchantment and all his friends.
You are love.

e.s.s.

I wonder if she thinks of me
Whenever I think of her
I hope and pray that it's not true
I wouldn't wish on anyone this curse

Why is it so hard to let go of
Childhood memories
Is what it is I'm living with
Not enough for me

I'll be taking this heartache
To my weary grave
If you see the girl I'm thinking of
Will you tell her I said hey

And find out if she thinks of me
The same way I think of her
And if she does it daily
Like me, I'm sorry that she's cursed