The memories...

Your writting across my bed room walls.
My torn skin under your fingers nails..
As my heart feeds on the memories of you and I,
Sometimes I think they are all I have. 
But like a bug flying into a light,
I always get burnt.
I've come to believe dreams lead to a broken heart,
Because they seem to never come true...
You've broken me, I know you're not impressed.
With my eye's I can not see you but in my heart,
I know I can feel you.
But I can't fall for you..
Anymore...