Some nights
the memories still take over.
Some nights
you are still
the only thing I want to think about.
So I retreat
to shut off the outside world.
I bury myself in those old emotions.
I bury myself in those memories.
I want to remember them all
every insignificant detail.
I want to remember the faint scent of your hair
thrown into the air
as you rested your head down on my shoulder.
but I can't
and that bothers me.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
Some nights
the memories still take over.
Some nights
you are still
the only thing I want to think about.
So I retreat
to shut off the outside world.
I bury myself in those old emotions.
I bury myself in those memories.
I want to remember them all
every insignificant detail.
I want to remember the faint scent of your hair
thrown into the air
as you rested your head down on my shoulder.
but I can't
and that bothers me.
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