Intense Imprint

Intense Imprint
I am stuck in the world of what ifs
Like trapped in a room with a jammed door
I drown in the rivers of the remenisce of our reverie,
Memories of us hurt more than our ruptured tangle.

Like wiping paint off a canvas
I tried to forget the thrill of your kisses
Your deep, drunk-like voice
And the giddy affection that coursed through me.

My head says I should move on
But my heart adamantly vividly recalls
Like a video clip, your reference
And worship of my body
Like a sacred ritual by a devoted priest.

My broken brain fakes amnesia
As my sunken mind reminds me of reality
I wish from my depths that I can move on
But my timorous heart sees you everywhere.

What are you looking for?