Centipedes and Memories

As time is fleeting and I still haven't heard from you, I'm destined to believe that our hearts were never one. I still cry every so often, the thoughts of you still creep into my mind like centipedes devouring what is left of a carcass. Weaving their way through every crevice consuming what is left in my mind and my heart for you.

Slowly, and ever so painfully, the thoughts are slowly becoming memories and the centipedes are moving their way out as there is almost nothing left to survive on. They survive on the thoughts of you.

We became so close only to drift apart as if the thought of you and I never existed. I wasted so much time sad that I almost forgot to enjoy what I love about my life. I was losing you which I compared to being eaten alive. Slowly pieces of my heart are being torn apart with the jagged edge of your words. My mind is being engulfed thinking of the way your skin felt on mine and the burn i felt in my soul when you kissed me. A burn so good it took my breathe away. I want to keep the burning alive, I want to feel that burning again. But the centipedes are painfully taking the burn away. With every passing day I'm losing more of myself as the memories decay. The pieces of me I loved the most are shriveling into nothing; fading with every moment we don't speak.

It's becoming easier to bear as I'm being devoured from the inside out. The centipedes are fleeing as they're running out of memories to consume and soon there will be no trace of me and you.