Precious Memory...

It started out as just a sting.
Something I thought nothing of.
A phase that would pass.
Nothing to worry about.
Eventually I began to bleed.
The blood poured and never stopped.
As for the pain I felt somehow my numb limbs could feel.

Looking for comfort within your eyes.
An exact copy inside a lucid dream.
A world created for me.
Brings me much more pain.
Taken everything leaving me empty.
In desperation I make a hollow you.
A glass sculpture that easily breaks down.

The precious memory hurts me more than you being away.
This isn't exactly just how I thought it would work for me.
My perfect memory has effects in a way I never desired.
Filling me with such loneliness.

The precious memory is the source, the reason for why I cry.
If I destroyed it I'd feel even worse.
Your final momento, is it a gift concealing a horrible curse?
I only wish to know...