The memories keep me on edge.
There are no hopes, just blank slates.
Everything wrapped up in a box.
The memories escape from within me.
I've found myself thinking of the past.
I've found myself still loving the person
I loved so long ago. It hasn't truly left
But I can feel it leaving all at once. I
Don't want to be left alone in the cold,
I want to love & feel loved. The
Warmth is what haunts me most. I
Have yet found a way to love myself
First. The possibilities are among the
particles of air, & I just cannot grasp it.
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