It’s hard to put all the memories into paper.
There just aren’t enough words in the world.
All of them together
could not describe
how beautiful it used to be
to feel completely destroyed,
and yet,
to be more alive then ever.
There just aren’t enough words in the world
to describe the way you made me feel,
or to express how much I loved you.
Language isn’t enough
to take the images and rip them apart
into something beautiful
so you can be able to see them.
Words are the limit.
And I’m sure I can tell you
that there isn’t enough time either,
to sing everything out loud
or to do it all over again.
It’s just impossible.
So it tears me into pieces
knowing that what happened happened,
and it will only live inside me,
as a memory.
Hunting me,
because nobody will ever know,
and nobody will ever understand
how it is that this thing inside of me
has the power to slowly
slowly
slowly
burn out my little human soul.
James Bowie High School
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