Our memories are detestable but ironically they're my most revered.
The utmost mundane things consign euphoria to my mangled soul.

The idea of stargazing from abandoned homes and kissing in the pouring rain Was platitude in some eyes but distinguished in ours.

Reminiscing leaves me in a despondent state, because feelings were not reciprocated nor was I cognizant of this.
Frankly because you lead me to believe they were.

I was oblivious to your game and the prize for being victorious.  

And the lack of corresponding emotions fragmentized my heart, Inculcated my despondency and left me with a paucity of trust for those to come.

Disregarding all the dissatisfactory emotions, I still cherish the memories.