Conversations With My Heart
One from the archives
All memories are painful, good ones the most
Constant reminders of everything you lost
This one is the worst, it’s not even mine
Yet it defines me, in a way I’d struggle to define
How can one so mentally strong, so mentally sure?
How could I be so emotionally insecure?
I’ve accepted potentially painful things before
How this one is different I can never know
And it hurts, it tears me, it hurts sore
The apparent consolation of the past...
Is that it was never meant to last
But it does, it lives on inside you
Just eating at your very soul, whatever you do
They don’t have drugs strong enough for that
No amount of therapy can stop the hurt
It consumes you, swallows you whole
Leaves your heart cold as each pole
How could something so useless be so strong?
How could something that No longer exists last this long?
And is it the same with everyone?
I’m starting to think this can’t be done
And it’s not even because it can’t altered
No matter how many times you try to burn it
But because no matter how many times you try to, no matter how hard
You can never forget it, you can never unlearn it.
