Memories hiding in the back of my mind

Feeling at ease whenever you're by my side

In the shadows, our past seems to hide

Our realities are mixing, and our fates collide

The Necklace

little pieces of myself
a bag of memories
ripped holes
discarded

an empty bottle
very empty

a necklace chokes me
enticing me
to the waters edge

the cage opens
the pearl falls
to the rivers bottom
I am no more

a love that embraced death

How many can you count
before your ****** hands
become conscious
how many limbs
must be torn
    mutilated
            burned crisp
that your tears will flow
young soldiers died long ago
so this wouldn't happen again
and again and again
your silence sings
more, more ****** genocide

If vines
get pruned
should we
do the same
to regrow
healthier
thoughts?