8ight

You don't understand reality until it's real
You don't understand hurt until you heal
You don't understand time until it's gone
Just like you haven't understood me all along

Face it; this place is displaced with disgraces
And laced with the traces of past warm embraces
I makeshift a main dish to taste it; reminiscent
It's her scent
Explicit
Exquisite
I remember this feeling; I'm used to it
Exotic
Erotic
Ironic that you remain after many attempts to forget
And I can't seem to untie the laces still traced with
Your past warm embraces
Our faces erased from the 3 x 5 frames in
Attempts to displace a past incomplacent
A present incomplete
A future obsolete
Deceit
Defeat
I remember this feeling
Lather, rinse, repeat
I'm quite used to it
No more will I repeat
No more will I retreat
No more will I compete with our faded glory
Rather.....I'll attempt to write a brand new story
Empowered by the life I once had in memory
But positive like the energy that lies within me
Consistently, it's blissfully entangling me in it's web..
I let the pen tell my story
Saddened when I fell, yet still I climb
Still I write
Still I fight
I'm new to this feeling
Live, love, learn
I can get used to this