Shall we bypass the rules for a bit?

And imagine the (freedom)
of a stroll to point A.
I had imagined such a trance
which the simple escape by a snap or a flick
would leave you in such disarray.
Or perhaps the choice presented itself
in the **** and a vanishing act once more.

Tell me where to go with this…
perhaps you’d enjoy the clouds in the night sky
or maybe even the reflection of the moon on cobblestone.
Take the light out of your eyes and wipe away the color
Or dip your toes in the water.
Pull your hand away from the fire.
Pretend to live.

Point me in the direction of the wind
And follow along, piece by piece.
Stagger along that wall and
maybe one day you’ll
release.

Or jump head first and realize
there was a time when you’d
think first, perhaps for a fleeting moment.
Hear my voice and grasp for my arm
and return.

Or flow downstream to the End
and bask in the warm sun for a time
in the light, so it seems.

Let the warmness remember you like I do.

Without pause
Without flare
It steals itself away
Never to return
And to be all but forgotten

You are so terribly corrupted by the tragedy that lingers in your blood.
So terribly crumbled by the silhouettes in the night, how the shadows that dance reminds you so much of his.
You find yourself shrivelled by the world, haunted by your thoughts.
Yet my love, through your sorrows and woes,
I beg of you, do not forget.

Remember how he looked at you that day,
How you knew that you would hide that look on the tips of your eyelids for years.

Remember when he held your hand, when you saw the beauty in the world and with knees trembling, you knew.

Remember the thunderbolts that rioted in your soul when he traced your skin for the first time, when you were so electric and so terrified you could barely stand it.

Remember his mumbled midnight dreams and how he was so grateful that you were the last thing he saw, remember that those twists and turns that were, at one point, the most important thing in the universe.

Remember him, finding you, when you had encaged yourself in a silent room, full of so many things, that were beginning to drown you.
Remember how he was there.

Remember in your drunken haze, when you held his hand and led him through the streets. Remember when he held you, when he made you feel alright.

Remember when he followed you to the door, and how you felt when he held your wrists to stop you from leaving. Remember that.

Remember when you thought that it was simply so astounding, to have found him at all.

Remember that things are sometimes good and sometimes bad and most importantly, that anything worth having known in this world requires without doubt, an equal and brilliant mix of both.  

Remember that you were happy once and please don't be ashamed of that.

And above all, remember who you used to be.
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*"Beg yourself, my love, beg yourself,
To not forget who was knocking on your door.
In the rain, on Saint Patricks day."

tragically telling you about nothing and everything is spinning around my head but not in a bad way. the color grey reminds me of you because of your jacket. your jacket was nice and everything almost reminds me of you it's getting scary.

The sun was melting
It flickered like a flame.
As if it would go out at any second.
And the clouds grew thicker and covered what was left of it and the colors of the sky bled into each other.
We stood outside looking up and the rain began to fall and the water dripped down our skin like hot candle wax. 
We held each other close knowing the darkness would soon swallow the world. So we sat on the roof and the sun peeked out one last time. And we let the colors, the light, and the lingering warmth  burn into our minds and swore we would never forget.