quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2015

You

I left all behind,
all forgiven
and forgotten,
no love,
no qualms,
just a fading memory.

I don't crave
nor long
for your touch,
your smell
or your voice...

...though

your face
can still crush my heart
into pieces
and haunt my mind
through madness.

So I write
to remember
what I shouldn't.