Selinium.

Memories fall apart too, and just as everything else, they fade with time. They get altered to fit our vision of how it was, and how we'd like them to have been. Ultimately they get destroyed, and no one can carry them for us. But if memories is all we've got, all we are, then what's left of us after we're gone? I just wonder because someday soon, no one will even remember we were ever really here at all.. And does that mean we really weren't?

I remember that one time you kissed me, held my waist and kept whispering things in my ear and I can't for the life of me recollect what it was you said. I guess I was too distracted by your scent and how your fingers swept across the curve of my back and how they gently slipped under my shirt..
I forgot what I wanted to say with this, good night.

I fall asleep and make my dreams come true

only to wake up just in time to watch them fall apart