A few sticks a day keeps the mistakes at bay.

Unresolved as it may be
Its the only way for me.
I am not just what you see,
affected by the curse that is thee.

so what if i miss thee,
would that make thou heart stand still?
so what if i can only flee,
what is mine will be until.

Escaping is not what i do, not what i like
but sometimes, its the only thing i can do.
Memories are the treasures of the forsaken,
the spoils of the joys that once was mine.