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Shameless Monster (Self-Destructive Me)
There was a time my heart belonged to you,
You filled my every thought and left me blind.
My love was misplaced though burned strong and true,
You played with my heart then left it behind.
Despite bitter pain, sweet thoughts still linger,
Ghosts of the past choking the air I breathe;
So I give the past the middle finger,
Ignore the nostalgia starting to seethe.
I look for comfort in meaningless things,
To hide reminders that nothing’s the same.
My reputation flying, a pair of wings
I am a monster, without any shame.
I’m too high to remember that speck of joy between you and me-
A forgotten glance, a fading glimmer I now wish I could see.
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I adore this. Simply, wow.
I would love to give the past the middle finger...
My mind has a way of blocking the memories I subconsciously wish to forget. Though nothing is ever truly forgotten, I find that certain memories seem to fade as time goes on and the hurt slowly goes away.
Whenever I try to remember, all I can see is a misty haze. Though I thought they were forever, these lost memories put me in a daze. My heart wills me to keep up my desolate spirits, as I think of those wonderful ones that I hold dearest, but my mind is troubled, and so forgotten they will stay. I still longingly try to retrieve those memories. Always, I'll do so until I see a few glimmerings of my past, and when this happens, I know I'll live to see a brighter day, because I will not have forgotten to always remember.
