the memory is an ever burning torch

something i just wrote in the spur of the moment. it's a start

you try to forget but you just sit there and think.

thinking turns into a pile of tears and grief.

you definitely were the driving force, the reason for life, giving me bliss with every kiss.

now, i know it wasn't a walk in the park.

i wasn't the best guy around.

i treated you like a commoner rather than treating you like my queen 

deeply i regret how i've messed up and never showed you the real me.

insecure, a f*****g loser, a self-conscious douch bag who slipped. 

slipped into the thoughts that never should have existed.

i never stopped regretting it since. The ending was a procedure i wish never went down. 

you integrated yourself into my blueprints.

you made me feel things i thought i would never feel or even achieve.

you were always special to me, my first love. how i can not forget.

my weeping is so strong it swallows up the sewage drain and begins to pour out images of the past days.

now i know i can't keep living this way. 

i have to break free of this relenting picture show that lies within my brain.

and the only way to break free is by letting you go even though i can't really let you go.

you'll be a hoarded memory, a reminder of what was.

but other than that, no texts, emails, letters, not even a note.

i'll miss everything we've had

have a happy life, luna