Memories

memories keep coming back.

every time i visit that place.

they sting.

i want to keep the memories.

is that bad?

i hold them so close.

i embrace them with a smile.

they pierce my chest.

blood is pouring to my hips.

they feel so warm.

i miss the times we had.

i miss you.

i am glad i never get to see you again.

but i miss you.

is that bad?