Intense Imprint 

Written by Precious

I am stuck in the world of what ifs

Like trapped in a room with a jammed door

I drown in the rivers of the remenisce of our reverie,

Memories of us hurt more than our ruptured tangle.

Like wiping paint off a canvas

I tried to forget the thrill of your kisses

Your deep, drunk-like voice 

And the giddy affection that coursed through me.

My head says I should move on

But my heart adamantly vividly recalls 

Like a video clip, your reference 

And worship of my body 

Like a sacred ritual by a devoted priest.

My broken brain fakes amnesia

As my sunken mind reminds me of reality

I wish from my depths that I can move on

But my timorous heart sees you everywhere.

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