Those crumpled memories you assume we both hate, i kept then in jars cause you persistently forget.
A man who never die just like our memories-immortal.
Those thousand selfish Euphoria's you insist, they made you who you are, you're existing purely, no hiding veracity, you act just what makes you-you.
And that you made me fervidly in love with you.
I watched you trembled and sicken of changing them.
I've seen your cimmerian nights, dusky skies above you, had never foresee rainbows after the storm.
You said you hate expectations, promises are cruel, cause like a ship they portend to submerge.
You said you hate rainy days cause they made you feel abandoned, you hate sunshine cause they made you feel wretched.
Yet you love dancing beneath the rain holding my hands, you love watching twilight fantasizing what our life might looks like.
I hear you murmuring how you hated it all, I smiled looking at you-how I wonder if I wasn't withdrawn.
Now-i'm just a lonely dust of your memory bludgeoned to death.
Sorry it has to end too soon.