She

She's beautiful, I can't have her. I don't want her, I need her. The past haunts me in the future. This sucks. I see your face and I can't help but want to reach out and touch it. I gaze at your eyes and wonder how long its been...whether yesterday has been erased, whether it even matters today. I look forward to putting this all behind me but strings so closely wrapped around my heart, so entangled with the very vessels that pump my lifeblood make it so very hard to do so. I wonder whether fully letting go would mean losing a bit of myself, I wonder whether I should be letting go.

Your amazing, a pillar of strength. The same things that attracted me to you then still make me want you now, I want you but I can't have you. The past haunts me in the future. Reminiscent of the times we used to fight and I realize I can't do it any more, once was too much. Drawing lines that should never be drawn, I ask is this where principles are grown? I wonder whether one should make a sacrifice on their principles for another, I wonder whether making such a sacrifice would mean losing a bit of myself. I wonder whether I should be letting go.

The past haunts me in the future.