Not even the shame of our eradicated bliss is enough to replace the image of your face imprinted on the inside of my eyelids
My memories return me to a time, when being able to call you mine was more than enough reason for me to want to shine
a reason to try, a reason to fly,
and just when life was too perfect to be right, suddenly you erased all my stars and I was cast deep into the night
Why does this still frame remain when I could not refrain from letting you walk away?
Why was I so easy for you to discard? We were so much alike it ripped us apart
Now you look upon me with such blatant disregard I stare up at the stars look wide and far, I can't find them; I see only caverns of scars carved across the sky
It took until now to figure out life will proceed, even if I never know how
to so reclaim this piece of me you took when you left I'm incomplete and this hallowed heart slows its beat in my chest
Since I'm a victim to my narcissistic thinking; and you're overflowing with persistence, unblinkingly let our flowering love blossom into this, non-existence
You had been worth so much, you tore me down such, I never realized you weren't ever worth a drop of my blood our love had been such a burden in a blessing, falling apart was effortless
This story fails to have a happy end I'm sure the future will cross our paths to some extent until then, I can pretend to let this image fade away until it returns, then disappears once again
Aeipathy (Archaic) Noun. A continued passion; an unyielding disease