The red rose he gave,
still inside my favorite book.
Frozen in time, just like me.
The marathons he runs inside my mind,
leaving me battered and bruised.
Bruises that I'll carry for an eternity, undefined.

i used to wince at the thought of him with another soul
now i convince myself, this is how its suppose to be
so that i don't loose control.

If only the time would do its trick. Like
how it turns tragedies into distant memories,
how it alters warm springs into icy autumns,
and how often it made empires rise and fall.
It can easily make blemishes fade.
Still, my wound remains unhealed.