I wear you like my scar. Some days I choke on your memories. Some days I want to suffocate on my time with you, relentlessly.
Then, there was a time when you met me and then there was a time when we met just to meet and now there is a time when we never will meet. Yet you still linger as a wisp of smoke and I remain eternally trapped in my yearning.
I do not want to be lost, I do not want to be consumed by you and I do not want to always cry. But I also do not want to forget, I do not want to move on because I know then I would completely loose you, I would erase my past, I would remove my essence of today and I would remain alive within an emptiness.
Time will tell and time will heal and so I will break open my scar everyday to fester this gift of your wound so you live within me always. You are the destiny of my illusion.
