Our lost loves are laced with traces of what used to be.
smells, places, sounds, feelings,
their touch–

all memories tainted and poisoned by adolescent fantasies
wishing for the comfort of a disillusioned past,
forcing the remnants of our love to rescind into the darkest depths of our heart.

good intentions are never really enough,
are they? people want action!
for there is no greater language in communicating ones true desires.
how loud must the action be to cloud the clumsiness of our words?
how long have i been dwelling on the memory of you?
will time heal this wound too?

everyday without you is torture, knowing our lives may never be together. but,
i’m not afraid that you weren’t the one for me,
I never was--
i was afraid you’d forget me and i'd still remember you.

I just want to be free from the Pieces of You
i left stuck in my heart.