My Cruel Memory

I hide it under the layers of humor and sarcasm. I laugh at it like a favorite joke I've been telling for ages. I say it's fine for me.

But my memory is wicked. It doesn't permit me to forget. It always finds a way to remind me of your smile, of the way you laugh and how you used to talk to me.

I wanted to run away from you and the twinkle in your eyes. But they aren't so bad. It is a secret that you keep me sane at night. You are my favorite distraction.

Missing you is futile. It will always begin and end in missing you. There will be no cure. I will always be afflicted with longing.

The funny thing is I'm thinking that if I repeat all the memories with you, I'll be able to finally get over you. But when it comes to the part where you broke my heart, I think not, I will not be able to.