No matter how diligently I try to forget you, my hands keep opening this book to your pages.

I sense him in the lost crevices of my heart, abandoned alleyways which have not known the rhythm of footsteps in centuries. I see him too clearly to ever let him become a distant memory. I feel him too vividly to ever let my hand brush the hand of another.

And there will be someone that comes along one day and offers you an entire galaxy when you only expected a single planet.

I hope you question every reason for leaving, no matter how carefully constructed they may be. I hope I plant enough doubts in your mind to counter the many sleepless nights you cruelly left me with.

Tormented by remembering, tortured by forgetting – she is the master of reincarnation, dying each time her thoughts dwell upon him.

Burning a bridge is not always easywhen you trust someone to build it with youfrom the strongest steel.

He damaged her wings and demanded her to fly.

You and I are a tale from ancient times,but I am too afraid to wipe off the memoriesand flip through our pages.Words will only amplifyan injury too deep for poetry.

I was nothing but a nomad to you.Destined to leave,         inclined to stay.I would have gladly rewrittenmy entire journey for you,but you already viewed me as a traveler.“Wait for me,” you murmured,with no intention of ever returning.I was your right nowafter you became my infinity.

Is it too aggressive of me to sayI want to rip the past into shreds?I cannot change how I feel,and you cannot changehow catastrophically this ended.I do not want to remember anything—not you,     not how my heart heals differently now.I want you to stop existing in the pastas easily as you stopped existing in my future.