Kept in a little blue box with little engravings of cherry blossoms,
I hid memories of you in a part of my mind long forgotten.
obody knows this but tonight I think you should,
hat I reopen my box of memories to heal scars that have left me numb.
ome scars are shy, you know this better than anyone,
nknown to most, they hurt when lonely night make nightmares feel like home,
nowledge is painful, and never truly allows you a good night’s sleep,
Usually finding ways to creep into your sweetest dreams.
emember the graveyards we built our home upon
Only to learn the hard way the price of wielding love over someone else’s loss.
sn’t it ironic though, how my heart builds graveyards now that you’re gone?

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