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The Vacant space's inside my head,
Are the forgotten memories,
I can no longer relapse.
Nothing can fill these empty voids,
No childhood memory,
Or dream,
Or nightmare,
Can fit and fill the black-holes inside my head.
Held back by weightless chains,
I am forbidden to remember,
Just like playing in the lion's den,
I am terrified to forget.
Memories that haunt my dreams,
That they hurt so much it tears me from the inside out,
The enchanting face of the Greek god Adonis,
Makes me crawl like a worm,
Pulling the earth that is chained to my heart.
The bleeding,
Searing pain,
That these memories cause me,
Is what makes me forbidden to remember what's-his-name?
But the fact that I might one day awake,
And no longer remember my love,
Is what makes me terrified to forget.
"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me. – Bella, new moon"
