Memories, Mysteries

We're turning into memories,

come, lay next to me.

I'll tell you what we were,

everything we used to be.

I'll start with your forehead right off to the left,

directly in front of where your mind's kept.

I'll kiss it, remind you softly and slowly,

pulling out feelings and memories wholly.

I'll whisper in your ears everything you knew then,

when I promised and you promised that there'd be no end.

I can see the end now and promises evaporate,

everytime I see you I'm reminded why I hate to hate.

And as of late, I can't imagine why I even had hope,

because for us to be in love you'd have to untie the rope.

See you're choked and bound to everything inside of you,

and baby if I knew you then I wouldn't still want to.

But back to the memories, the past in the present,

I kiss you on the lips, they're soft and decadent.

I remember how I wondered why I'd never felt this before,

the physicalities had me blind, begging to see more.

Your soft cheeks are reminiscent of words you never meant,

and every soft inch of brown skin is relevant.

Relevant to the now, the present, the here,

and you're reminded of why I'm whispering in your ear.

I've never had a goodbye, this sweet, this mean,

I'll leave now, never knowing if you're my dream.

I'll hate you in secrecy, bathe in my stupidity,

I'll eat in my misery, sleep in my mystery.

My mystery is you, and you have no clue,

but I'll pass right through, 'cause all dreams can't come true.