how wounded is my psyche when all is set adrift?
i think it true/it must be true; else it wouldn't exist
how branded is my brain with smolder-marks of you?
forever within me, you were like second skin to me
yet distanced by emotions running too high to be
quelled, dispelled, erased, removed or replaced...
i can't bear to think too hard, my dear~
one drop of you would make it all crystal
clear out my records, file cabinets in my head
down(loaded) recollection lane of memory instead
broken:solemn is my tongue as this fervor amasses
and it hurts to touch these now-disjointed flashes
but i touch them everyday, i touch them every, every...
time only ends up twisting me far worse on the inside
rate my heart at my heart rate's jump-sudden incline
you were never mine (you never were)
but you should have been (i wouldn't let you in)
but i should have back then, i should have...
listened to my heart and avoided this mess
unwillingly was i supposed to suppress you
these sensory memories are becoming affliction
the musicolors of your voice hasten forth unrestricted
eight years is too much time for us to have spent apart
if you still have my letter, then you still have my heart