Unfinished Business

(written with Nene)

Somehow I thought...
You know revisiting between here and there...
That if I just rode around...
Turned my radio down.... I'd ---- stumble back into us.
Revisiting past and now closed exits with the false hope wishing wells have come to provide many

I developed a reenactment of the subliminal memories of you. The emotions, the feel, the conversations. Raping the memories for a glance of the analogical orgasm of you. Regret and anger for not accepting the one thing I cannot change.
Simply I miss you.
The aroma of your perfume down to the spices and flowers made into a conjunction of liquid in a bottle. Your frame, down to the curve of the indention of your hips seeped into my mind like memory foam.
I revisit familiar paths, joint experiences seeking you. Mentally disgruntled, physically nauseous, spiritually drained. I feel you in the cells of my membranes, the veins in my body, the marrow in my bones; with you I found a place called home.

I was like memory foam. Still pressed into our spot waiting for you to return and get right back into place. You know---- familiarity.

I saw the closed exits

My mind wont free me but I won't free my heart so now I chase shadows and count cracks in pavements

Miss.... To miss you.
Some explained you as my equal I chuckled at the thought of finding one to be in tune. Years had progressed and relationships built. Then just like Jenga shit crashed down. Couldn't tell me my structure wouldn't hold

I held
Held onto the foam conformed to our memory I have been lapsing running a backwards relay in history of the "Her and Her"

Often familiarity breaks down the hope of moving forward.
Yearning fades and memories stay. I dream of what could have been if demons in disguise and inconsistent ways didn't engulf us.

Something ruined us!

As dark as the sky, bright as the hell hot sun do you know what we could have been
US.wretched discoveries in drastic and unthoughtful decisions. I get this feeling every once in awhile with women, creatures damned by feelings, captured by intellect, sexually mischievous.
The structure wasn't built to break, neither built to last, but built to end fast.

We ended fast when once it seemed like never. Prancing through here and there. My heart rode the most stunning of chariots now bumping along the most broken of expired train lines. I thought if I revisited the crime scene I could breathe life into the evidence and recreate the love story of disaster. I only recreated the clutching on my heart....
...Pain

But even the most stunning chariot couldn't adapt to the tumultuous destiny. Pain eats aways like a flesh eating bacteria. I yearn for you in the darkness as a lost epiphany never put to use.
Stitch away at the laceration deeper than life itself, the rap sheet of regrets are longer than the longest monologue
You help mold who I am to be, you'll never experience the gift and result of our experience. This disgusting heavy sickness, incurable by any medicine; heartbroken.

Sad to say I've become accustomed to the heart break and have sulked back into the memory foam of us. What I'd give to have selective amnesia... So I giddy back up my hearts chariot to trot off into distances I'm sure you'd never reach...

Still my confidence is sure it is you to heal me

We are unfinished