MyMessyMindsMusing

Maybe this is the night talking...But I miss you. (its 1am. yes, night acts like a booze for me and yes it makes me drunk.)(as hell) So, maybe this is the night talking... But I miss you. I am not supposed to. after all, its been a long time and I was succeeding omitting you.  what are you doing in my memory lane now?  Am I actually missing you? I never liked you though. But I am missing you now. At this very moment. I never liked you but I am missing the thought of having you on my side. We did share a fair amount of time. some good and mostly bad memories, as I recall it now.  Memories are funny. They can keep you alive or they can kill you inside. They will make you smile like an idiot or They will torture you so bad you'll never want to make memories again. But it's not in our hands, right? We can't just stop making memories! and its also not in our control not to memorize.  Complicated! But the thing is, I Am Missing you.  I never liked you though. But the thought that

They came back hushing Unknowingly. And flashback strats running Ungainly. And Heart skipped a beat. Memories haunt me. All the things buried deep, Crawled their way back. And In the corner they weep, Coupled with their gray sack. Of all the laughs and tears The bliss and the fears. And Sorrows make cheers. With a glance of shear I got stoned for a moment Trying not to remember  Try and try tried every way! tried to get them away. Blocked every single lane But they still find the trail. And they came back. Memories haunt me. Let it go they say Cut the strings Shut the door Pull the trigger. But They still came back. Memories haunt me.