Photographic Memoir

things never were ok- you said they were but the tears never healed. Its downright painful to say goodbye- its hard to have you within my grasp. It's funny how you glance my way in a crowd of people and smile. We never really moved on- because it ended as quickly as it started. You played with fire and now i have to rise from the ashes of a past not lived.

with the winter chill breathing your name on my lips i now know the truth- it was all a game and you played your game and stole my heart. Your pictures relive a time before we were forced to grow up. Every memory spread out upon the kitchen floor- i laid it all down and you burned the pictures of your regret---its me.

It's only me on this road now- you are no longer beside me- you abandoned me to the elements too afraid to admit anything. My heart is no longer beating- it hurts too much.

The war wages on inside my mind for everyone to see but only guess at what used to be. I want it all to disappear- everything except the pictures of you and the pictures of me branded upon my eyelids.

I'm drowning and you stopped giving a shit before i even awoke.