Do we write to remember?
Or do we write to forget?

If I ever lost something that
cost an ounce of pain

Whatever had been lost was
worth the life I gained.

you were the best thing that could have happened to me in the most horrible ways and,
the end of us was fruitful in lessons,
showing me that my vulnerability should manifest itself in moments of weakness and strength.
Losing you was the biggest gain and I thank your apathy for it all.
I wish you the best, it's true
and I hope you find comfort with the troubles that shake you to your core.

I’ve got a PHD in losing
I lost everything, everyone
at least once before

I lost every game I played
I lost every battle that there was
I even lost myself during that funny process of mine

And I don’t mind it
I am comfortable in loses
I am functional with bruises

But when bruises start to fade
I need to start again
I need to lose again
Or I’ll start fading as well

Am I an addict of my pain
Am I a madman with no trade
mark on my casket in a train
with a one way ticket to eternal gain

1923 was the year
the year you began and
the year you became

an

i m p r i n t

on the world of those
you hadn't even thought of
yet


1957
the year she began
and the year you b e c a m e
the one who would
b e c o m e
my douxlorraine

douxlorraine
as sweet as honey
suckle on the vine
of my thoughts
and fears

i would inherit your
douxlorraine
the things that made you
both beautiful and
scared and
sweet and
soft
and
strong
and
weak

1995
was the year I began
and the year you b e c a m e
my douxlorraine

i don't remember
when we
met
but i know
the
i m p r i n t
of you
in my veins
in my thoughts
in my prayers