Files and erasers

Ever notice those moments when you love too much?

Lifetime of waiting and there, bam in your face. You realize the power but you run instead.

Ah then by the time you are someone and you turn to notice the one holding the sails aren't there anymore,  what do you do?

You sigh and realize how simple things could have been and yet they are so complicated now.

The hope that you held was deep but you didn't bother to take charge. You left.

Walking away feeling no one can hurt you, no one can even try. Yet you turn to say you were wrong. Only to whisper it in the air.

The significance? 

The pain of forgetting. The easiest parts are the steps of running away. Damaging are the steps to erase inside. Carefully eliminating the memories.

So easy for some things. Yet deadly in others.

Still I hear no voices but my own drilling inside my head. Just want our conversations back.

Not my demands of me talk and me talk some more. Just rather shut down than hurt or cry more.

Still I stand up to laugh. Realizing the joke isn't just ON me but it is me. Still,I sigh hoping the night closes the doors so I will not think of you anymore.

To dream is damaging even more so are the pained thoughts. One by one I step taller. Remembering I caused and I need the forgiveness yet I am forgiving you. Why?

Alas I correct my eyes. Demand my mind find peace and sleep entertains me once more.

Just to start a new day without erasers and files.