Superficial Memories

"The feeling is more of a deeper truth, the opinion is the more superficial one"Augustus.

Would it be wise,

to forget what might,

have been the best,

and worst time of my life?

An illusionary memory lingers,

of a siren's past misdemeanor,

inside my head like a singer's,

song dwells in her unconscious self.

It's as if we're in a movie,

and our roles we played so well,

but somehow fell short of the expected,

and had to be replaced in the story.

The secrets we forgot to tell,

each other kept us in a cell,

walking on eggshells,

to protect our fairytale.

We had our hands tied,

in our own sticky web of lies,

until the truth pierced through it,

with a sword freeing us from it all.

And as we got filled with delight,

we both sprung into flight

forgetting that what might,

have freed us left with spite.

Coz it's hard to live up to a reflection,

of someone's projection of you,

just as a shadow can't exist,

without the sun's rays.

Being superficial led to thinking,

that perfection was winning,

when all we needed was some vulnerability,

to make sense of all that was just a feeling.

So the end was inevitable,

but oh! so memorable,

leaving endless daydreams,

of a fated love scene.

#superficiallove