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
