Violent Delights

One might put up walls to keep away people unfamiliar;
but the gap between strangers and friends is often of a bottle of beer,
is what I learnt sitting in the hills.

Never thought I could be easily impressed by words.
After a while, it felt as if we came from different worlds
but we were essentially the same kinda crazy.

You, with the unconventional rustic charm and mysterious fucked-up history;
me, with the broken heart waiting to be put out of its misery.
Somehow it all seemed to make sense in the moment.

Two words and eight tracks
were all that took to fill the cracks
and fix the hollow in my chest.
But these violent delights have violent ends.

Now I'm scared I'll forget you
because there's nothing really to hold on to.
It'll be as if you never existed.

Time heals everything, they say.
But even as the recollections fade away,
the space they held in my mind can't be overwritten.

If only I had the luxury of formatting my memory,
the blank space would be temporary
and I could wake up with my mind a clean slate.

Unfortunately, I don't and I only see life getting tougher,
for tag-less relationships only make one person suffer;
the one who has more fucks to give.

And in our case, that happens to be me.