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THE GHOST WHO LURKES

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David Guetta-what I did for love
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Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart

-Haruki Murakami

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You wander through the whithered meadows of my mind each day ,lazily you graze each and every thought until I am all but consumed by you. Your movements are precise a practiced varient purposefully swaying my subconscious to images of you.

Your fingertips nudge at these wilted memories so far removed from what they once were theyve jaded, but I begrudgingly allow them forward,playing them over and over again against the backdrop of my very aware conscience, for the ghost that lurkes my subconscious .

Your footsteps putter through my mind . And I let myself to succumb to you .

Oh how the sweet torture of your memory imprisons me, steadly I fall into its gentle familiar ,comforting embrase, tenderly it smothers all the air from my lungs . Ive never felt so at home.

If I could turn the clock back .

To warn you  .

If I could go back hold your hand and tell you how difficult your life would become.

If I could advise you about me ,if I could go back further and educate you about me ,about the crucial flaws in my character  .

If I gave you the option to leave . Would you have taken it.

If I told you I was possessive .

And loley.

And advantages .

And sick .

Would you have left  .

Please tell me if I'd done these things you would've  .

You'd Look at me and run .

Saved yourself .

Could I have done this to spare you .

Possible, maybe, could your story have taken a different route .

Had I done the right things, would you still breathe the same air as me .

In another life ,with different choices would you have lived .

It wasn't meant to go that way.

It was me ,my fault ,I'll take all the responsibilities for it .

In another life ,if I just made a few different decisions ,you would still be here .

Just don't tell me that no matter what I do ,in any life I'd still have to go through the pain of losing you.

I'd survive not knowing you,never meeting you ,not recognising who I was seeing when I saw you.

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