to be a dark alley -- a place of fear,
uncertainty.
My face completely eroded from my skull.
I couldn't show up.
Memories of you and I together
in floods of dreams and love
started to hold me back.
I couldn't resist them.
I never knew you were that strong.
But I knew I was stronger than them.
All you left was mere strands of fantasy and delusion.
I could burn them all.
Learning to forget you is like putting ants,
one by one,
to a box full of holes.
Loving you is real.
It grew inside me.
It just happened.
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