People assume I'm damaged. I'm destroyed. I was. I was letting someone drowned me when she didn't even know how to float herself. I don't regret a thing. Not the timing. Not the pain, and certainly not her memories. She was indeed the most beautiful disaster I had encountered. No, I don't need her anymore, but the thought of her will never fade from my beating chest. That's ok. My heart won't forget what it's not suppose too. So I'll keep you. In a chamber. Locked softly in the back of my heart. When you cross my mind in 10 years I may smile or a tear may slowly roll down my cheek. Which one it is, I am uncertain. I'll think of you often. When I take a hard shot of whiskey, that's tough to swallow. When I jumped into the shower and the water is too hot. Or when I almost crash as I get memorized by the rising sun. You are my edge. Between pain and bittersweet happiness. At the point, I'll walk into the sunset with my aviators and leather jacket on, I'll turn around.. I'll smile. At least this time. You are my Armageddon.
