Torn memories.

Soon enough I'll forget your name

And you'll forget mine.

I'll forget your voice

And you, the color of my eyes.

Later we'll look at each other

With quick, incomprehensible glances

Trying to unveil torn memories,

For at least one sign that you and I -existed.

How we chased each other on the beach,

With mud crusted toenails, windblown hair

And lemonade stained palms.

How we fought over rubber ducklings and plastic planes

And threw pencil shavings at each other

When the other wasn't looking.

The day you held my hand in yours; it felt like home.

The day I noticed the color of your irises, bright and blinding

Fierce and daring; like the sun.

The day I came to you with blood smeared clothes

And tear -stained eyes.

The day you crushed me to your chest, with shaking fingers

And trembling lips, mouthing words of comfort, as I stared

At my family, now in freshly dug graves; dead lilies at my feet.

The day you slept with me, your hands around my waist,

Head buried in your chest, letting the nightmares fade,

Into your heartbeat against my spine.

The day you pulled me to the lake and kissed me,

Under the moonlit sky.

The day you started to smell of hope, and love, and comfort

And relief.

The day you looked into my insecure eyes

And gave me the promise I needed -that you'd never leave.

The day you tucked in two strands of my rebellious hair,

Behind my ear, whispering how much love me.

The day I realized you deserve so much more,

The day I had to let you -and me -go.

The day -the day I last saw you,

Yearning passion radiating off your eyes,

I looked away, said goodbye -I meant goodbye;

I left.

I left because knew:

Some stories were too good to be true.

Just like how -

You loved me more than you loved yourself,

I loved you more than I loathed myself.