While loving you,
I had forgotten who I was.
I loved you with a bleeding heart clutched in cracked palms.
I let myself believe that love was all I was,
That you were the source of it all,
And without you I would become nothing more
Than a dying man next to the Fountain of Youth long drained.
You made me believe
That you were my only Galaxy,
And going beyond you would be unfathomable.
What a beautiful prison you were,
So beautiful I didn't realize
The way you caged me in with pink-tipped fingers,
And locked me away with a glittering smile.
I allowed myself to believe that you had kept me all these years,
When really I was the one who held the key but refused to use it.
When I burned for you,
You made me believe my flamers were not enough to keep you warm.
You looked at my ashes with disdain
Walking away without even bothering to sweep me back together.
It has taken me a while to realize
That you are neither my keeper
Nor my salvation.
There will come a time when you and I will be uttered in the same breath,
And my heart will stutter in a familiar pattern lost in half-forgotten memories,
But then it will remember itself,
That its beats are not meant to give someone else life,
But to assure mine.
You will become another memory soaked in sepia tones.
But God,
I hope my memory is one that haunts you forever.