Everywhere I look around,
memories of you grind me to the ground.
I'm stuck inside this in-between.
I can't completely let them go
even though they hurt me so,
even though I can't bare them
because the love behind them
has been buried before it died.
The fact you gave me so much gifts
to always remember you by,
to help me think of you and the love
that bounced the spark in my heart,
shows that you really didn't know me at all.
If you knew me you would have known
that one of my fears is waking up one day
to a room filled with little tombstones
for every single memory of a love gone by.
A graveyard full of material memories
for a love that I was never ready to grieve for.
Everywhere I look around,
memories of you grind me to the ground.
