Memories of you consume, like cutting open the wound.
Thinking of you becomes a painful act, one I can not endure.
Testing my hearts strength again, no too much pain.
Betrayal seeping out, like the crimson essence of life.
My love slips, like my subconscious into sleep.
The thought of you fades away slowly,
Like the wound upon my heart, eventually healing.
A scar remains along my heart, though fully healed.