My mind fights on in a battle against self,

For years trying to sever the ties and disconnect, 

In a moment left to wandering thoughts, 

You reemerge and destroy my progress,

The moments we shared so vivid and alive,

Taking me back when all seemed fine,

Forget my time and place and space,

Your life is again in sync with mine.

The frozen moments lost in time,

The smiles, the silence, the unspoken signs,

The motives, the motions, the millions of miles,

The dreaming, the delirium, the daily demise,

The feelings, the flaws, the faltering fears.

Tarnished, ungreased, I'm like a rusted gear.

[Special thanks to Saba for assistance with the last line.]

My thoughts, not yours.

But, it doesn't matter what you think, for it can't change the uncontrollable thoughts that constantly stream between my ears. The realities I face are mostly in my subconscious and no manner of explanation or justification will bring you to a sufficient level of understanding or acceptance.

"All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the minds." (Kahlil Gibran)

This is my plea to you, do not try and bring reason into the discussion. Matters of the heart and, by extension, the subconscious, rarely take notice of reasoning. There is no reason. I have accepted this, and beg of you to do the same.