When I remember those memories,
My mind and soul fill with pain and embarrassment.
But while remembering your face and your smiling grace,
My mind and soul both find immense happiness.

I know the moments I call memories
Are not really memories for you but nightmares.
And I don't know how to reset life's maze,
Which is full of mess.

Somewhere, my soul knows how you feel about me,
And that is what prevents me from coming again into your life.
I know I'm a mess,
But hey,
Can you treat me like a beautiful mess despite all those horrible memories?

I know the way I loved you
Is the way you hate me.
And sometimes I wonder if you really hate me or if you don't even have any emotions for me.

Here I am, remembering you and the echoes of the past, full of regrets and sorrow.
And I'm confused whether your memories are making me restless or calming me down.

You're like a puzzle,
Whom I have solved, but few pieces are missing,
Which is almost impossible to find and fit into their ideal places.

And maybe, with time, all the sorrow and regrets will fade away.
Will I ever find solace in the memories I have tried to make with you?
Because for you, me, and those memories, they are just nightmares.

When I remember all the pain and insults gifted by you; it hurts like hell.
Here I am, feeling embarrassed and sorry,
it's true,
But what about you?
Do you feel the echoes too?
© Nainika