These memories I keep,
they’re not for you.
I hold on to the past
and though I won’t share them,
I want to,
because I miss you more than the air I breathe.
Though I know you don’t care,
I long to tell you how much you meant
so you realize what you let go of.
We had an opportunity
to seize the world,
but you abandoned me,
and my world died on your fingertips.
How I long for one last time
for my lips to press against yours
to see if you were worth all the pain
you put me through.
Though I think you are,
because every touch was one more fond memory
that I will never share.
I reminisce on those in times of trouble.
You may have hurt me,
but it was a beautiful pain,
for I have learned what true love felt like.
And as it’s been said
The course of true love never did run smooth.
But I think I’d rather touch your smooth hand