Your Memory

I hate it when the memories of you enter my mind, as sweet as they are, to me they are nothing more then a harmful drug. The high I achieve when I dwell on them is so intoxicating and so welcoming that I can't help but find myself in a state of euphoria, that only increases the size of the scar that's left from our short lived relationship. And after this feeling of happiness has past I'm left regretting ever allowing myself to think of you, but like an addict I can't help but think of you every day and nothing can help me forget you. Not the self taught hatred I have of you or my mesmerizing imagination, witch for many years has been my only escape from the real world. Your memories are all around me and the high they give me are what has thus far driven me even closer to a grater insanity that I can not control.