i'm loving, but who could love me?

"memory."

"memory."
seigfried -frank ocean
again.

imagine if every broken moment in life
could be healed
every time you cried
every time you laid awake wondering why
and every day that you spent
wishing you weren't alive

imagine if you could heal those bad memories
and turn them into lovely dreams
and every night you sleep
so well

you can fix it all with just a wave of the hand
you can fix it all
with just one call
one move
one
word

but instead
we leave our broken moments in black and white
it seems they are
just what they are
and they will never change

but imagine
if you could fix it all

would you even try
if you had the power
to change your life?

or would you
settle with emptiness
and let the darkness give in

sometimes i miss the times
when i felt like i could fix
every bruise
on your skin

and every moment
that tore you apart
couldn't fix my own broken bones
but i didn't need to

because i had you
and problems to fix
and nothing to lose

if only i knew...

you too would become a bruise

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