In the middle of the night I toss and turn
your memory flashes in my mind
like a non-stop motion picture
my brain tries to fight it but my heart always presses rewind
consumed in a constant loop of loss
the memory reel plays over and over but it never gets better
the same pain always comes back with the same cost
I pay tears to watch the movies, always feel the same hurt
I try to leave the theatre
but my love for you keeps me locked in
and I try not to look through the windows to see you with her
I look back at what we had, and as for moving on, I don't know where to begin
So I stay trapped in our memory movies
and pretend you're still the same now as you were with me

originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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