As I sit here, away from what was, my mind runs back to the memories I had left behind. As I try to move on, my heart remains engraved with your image. Only Time can wash away the sorrow and joy that remains like a scar in my heart.
Desperation is the thorn of all men.
I would not wait for Time's gentle hands to ease my soul, so I ran. I had gotten so far away and yet, you were so close. Your scent, your touch, all of it remained chiseled onto my heart and engraved in my soul. You haunted me. You were my painful addiction. Fueling my emotions with passion only to smash my ecstasy with your cold words. I had traversed the highest mountains, crossed the deepest rivers, and wandered through the hottest deserts to keep my heart away from you. I had made it to the edge of the earth, but my heart always ran back to you.
Only Death in its subtle embrace eased my betraying heart.