headache.

My head. It's full of the most intoxicating things.
I have memories that tear at my insides.
I have moments that make my heart beat faster.
I have ideas that are trying to break away from the ties that hold them inside.
I bring my knees to my chest and hold my head in my hands.
Rock back and fourth and play the tape from beginning to end.

I can't quite remember what's real and what's not.
It's hard to recall emotions when distraught.

Maybe one day I can put the pen to paper to help me get through to help me remember

Exactly what went wrong exactly what I felt

And exactly who it was that made my heart melt.