The images I can't seem to shake.
The memory's still clear in my mind.
At any point something triggers them and i fall apart all over again.
I hate that you have the power over me.
I hate remembering the touch just like you are touching me at that moment.
My heart seems to mend and with one flash back it's torn again.
Each time it's torn its harder to sew back up.
Each flashback more painful then before.
Like my heart is doing it on purpose.
Things I have seemed to block comes back like a ghost of you.
Little words get me, I can hear them like you are there when you say them.
Memory's haunt me, the heart won't let them go.
I am so afraid to love you again for the fear of losing you.
Living in the past seems like the only way to keep you .
Everyday with each passing memory i relive kills me a little each day.
Why won't my heart just kill me now, why suffer.
The images i can't seem to shake, the ghost of you.
