For so long now, I have been stuck in the middle,
between the fire of the past and the hope of...

I hear you every night
through the whispers in my pillow...

There is a box that contains my mind,
or is it my mind that contains this box...

With one more poem tucked away
inside her pocket, she finds another...

How will I ever be able to heal my deepest wounds...
when I can't even begin to understand how they got...

My dreams get darker every night,
as new memories flood my mind...

Numbness grows colder on my bones,
with every memory I can't forget...

There is no one else to blame
for the scars I can't escape from...

My voice became lost
because I was never allowed to speak...

I find myself wasting time
with hope of hearing the words...

Disappointment beats inside my heart
as my eyes witness you slowly disappear...

Isn't love a strange old thing,
so complex to understand...