Memory.

If there is a memory of me in your wired heart,

how you played the game but never got out.

In confessions of all your sins,

I am always your golden ticket to heaven.

You tell me you see peace in my words, in my love,

there's a devil in my hurt.

As beautifully cold as the heavens that made me.

Yet fire is my favourite.

You walk up to me like you could ever catch me falling.

Memory of me. One,

the one that makes you run for the hills in search of oceans.

One that makes you feel alive and want more.

Well aware of all the love in my heart,

and walls as high as sky around it. Run to me.

I keep getting bruised and I keep laughing.

Crash into my waves and dive with me

to see all the blue and black and whatever you threw out the window.

All the demons that you bury

I want to be a memory you live everyday.

Like I live in happy places

How I remember you.

I'm one for the road and one for the house on top of the cavalry.

Never the one for routines, rules or runaways.

Amber fire and knee deep into arguments.

I'm staying past the midnights, I don't want to miss the sunrise on your face.

I might be the end of you, you might be mine.

And memories of us will be told in books without our names.

The love will always be the same.

How you always held onto one memory of me.

How I never bothered to overthink about the pain 

but everything else.

Funny, memories or memory

we always go back to the one.

The one that make us feel alive. The one that makes you run for the hills

and me for the oceans.

We still end up in the middle together.

Funny and maybe a little ironic if you know us.

Memory that fades memories.