I am loosing my memory.
That one thing I have always been proud of.

These medications they give me are blocking my thoughts to reach the far back of the memory lane, where all the grief is hidden.

I do remember somethings...


I remember the first time we met
But I don't remember how you made me feel.

My heart doesn't love you anymore but my brain doesn't let me think negative of you

And then suddenly,

My heart gives me reasons to love you
But my non-drugged brain kicks in and tells me "stop!"

There is a constant battle inside of me.
Unlike others, it is not of good or evil.
But of a dying heart, a drugged brain and scattered thoughts of a subconscious one.

I don't know who will win, all I know is that;


The heart remembers...it never forgets.