I still light up inside
in my dreams, it's you.
My mind always finds a path
straight
to
you.
A fire that once sparked so bright,
burnt out so quickly,
still finds a way to ignite
slowly, painfully.
I still remember your eyes.
Your touch laced with danger,
I keep yearning its flavor.
To forget you is to love you
and to love you is to remember.
Remembering activates every dormant cell
That believed in the idea of soulmates.
How do I move on from this burning flame?
I'm better off knowing love is a losing game.
