Love is Not a Victory March

Remember me...

Remember me in every half-hearted empty lie you tell yourself, in every worn out but never read book you pull from the shelf, in every second you watch tick away with useless pointless anticipation

Remember me when you begin to fall asleep, in that hazy moment between sleep and wake, when you see my image float across your subconsciousness, I wasn't really there, but was I...

Remember me for what I was, for hiding and lying and loving with all I had, for embellishing and relishing in lost moments thrown out to sea, as the girl who tried to run from her demons on the high speed treadmill, the girl who built walk-in closets for her skeletons

Remember me as you become what you hate, as you act like a jar, become what you genuinely are and will always be, when you lose your faith, lost yourself, lost your way, remember me.

Every forgotten image or thought of me, remember.  Cross the memories off on your calender, anniversaries of nothing, nothing but remembrance.  With each tally made with loving, hateful, finally content emotion, remember me, remember us.