Unearthed Relics... sometime in the summer/fall of 2006
All I've left of you, I wear like a shackle wrapped 'round my ankle, making each step that I take just a little more laborsome than it ought have to be.
These days I have the toughest time trying to get by all by myself when everything I do, and say, and see is in some way a memory waiting to unfurl itself to me. And in these moments I must choose what hurt the most; to remember you, or to forget. In the time that we spent my life became so wound around your's, that I'm afraid that I may have blurred the lines in respect to where I ended and you began.
I feel now that in my trying to forget and disconnect, I'm having to choke out all these facets and pieces of myself. I live each day as a battle to be waged, not often won, but fought nonetheless. I battle my mind and my heart, my soul is still M.I.A. I watch my steps, and bide my time with a fervent close-eye, closed-ear policy. Which is ever so difficult in this place that bows to you, not I.
Ever in the presence of one ghost or another. The girl I used to be, the love I used to feel. My safe haven, lost. It's as if I'm back at square one. This place, it is not kind, it is cold, and lonely, and cruel.
I don't know what you are supposed to do with memories you don't want to keep.
These days I have the toughest time trying to get by all by myself when everything I do, and say, and see is in some way a memory waiting to unfurl itself to me. And in these moments I must choose what hurt the most; to remember you, or to forget. In the time that we spent my life became so wound around your's, that I'm afraid that I may have blurred the lines in respect to where I ended and you began.
I feel now that in my trying to forget and disconnect, I'm having to choke out all these facets and pieces of myself. I live each day as a battle to be waged, not often won, but fought nonetheless. I battle my mind and my heart, my soul is still M.I.A. I watch my steps, and bide my time with a fervent close-eye, closed-ear policy. Which is ever so difficult in this place that bows to you, not I.
Ever in the presence of one ghost or another. The girl I used to be, the love I used to feel. My safe haven, lost. It's as if I'm back at square one. This place, it is not kind, it is cold, and lonely, and cruel.
I don't know what you are supposed to do with memories you don't want to keep.