Trying.

I'm trying to lose you
Among the gestation
of my terrified mind.

I'm trying to forget you
but somehow it won't let go of you
(it holds, it tugs,clinging to the memory of you)

I'm trying to love you.
What if it's to late?
What if loving you means running.

I hate running
(You should know)
but moving on, letting you form
into a shadow in my memory
May be easier than the gestation
my mind takes and runs with.

Running away just may be easier.
The truth is just to hard to bear.
I love you, i admitted it.
(among the drunken angry argument)
we found ourselves in a state of the union mind
Our stances clear, or hearts and legs set
(not to move, not to tarry)
To bad heart and mind are not one.

Admit it. You were wrong.
Admit if. You never gave me a chance
Among these broken pieces of glass
its time to pack my bags.
Yet my fingers tarry at the shadow of you.
My lips still long for yours.
But time has moved on, and so have you.
To bad love lost, is not love found.