Fragments

Fragments of myself have been hovering, Suspended above me in my own abyss of isolation. And all this time I've been trying so hard to grab ahold of them, Repeatedly reaching out in acts of desperation. But every time I grasped to catch them... My own touch had just pushed them farther away.

Erased

Sometimes I wish I could wipe away my memories of you.Like writings on a chalkboard. Leaving nothing behind but fine white dust and faded broken outlines.But I know that even if my mind could somehow be erased... I'd still remember every part of your face.