memories in a box that lie quietly
drawings and cards of your craft
small trinkets of your design
that lie as memories of a past
.
when you said you love me, did you mean it?
or did you mean it once, and only then
or do you still mean it, but it can’t show
or was it a lie to protect my zen
.
when you said you would stick with me
through my good and not so good times
was it true, but only back then
or was it just a saying to protect the heart of mine
.
you said you would love me forever
and no other girl could look at me
but was the pain of being with me so heavy
that you had to forfeit me to let you be
.
you said you would sneak into my dreams
and now you still are
are you tormenting me? Or is it just me
digging into a you-shaped scar
.
you said you will never forget me
i want to think its as hard for you
as it has been for me, but is it?
am I just the past, or are you crying too?
.
i wish I could pick all the memories in the box
and distill them into a jar
and drink it to transport me
to a dream where you are forever in my arms
.
but for now, the memories lie in a box
forgotten and collecting dust
collected memories forced into hiding
while my heart turns into rust