35. Relics of the past that keeps me awake at night

Relics of the past, they're the chains that bind, 

they're the ghosts that last, they're the ghosts that laugh,
through the darkness, they cast their light,
I try to escape, but they hold me tight.

These relics of the past, in the pale moonlight,
got all the old feelings rushing back again,
like a movie on repeat,
like a recurring haunting tune,

now blinded by every cynical step,

all I see is gray and blue,

tales of yesteryears, and shades of gray, holding me tight,
like wrecks of the past,
life wrecks from the past.

You make me regret all that time, all the time,

and it doesn't mean you are always right when you end it with your last line,
because we are on different pages at this point,
you say you want to share things with me,
at your own pace and at your comfortable time.

You are independent and free,

If it is meant to be, it'll be,

but I still consider you mine,

I still see myself in your space,
still climbing up your stairs,
still getting nowhere,
caught in an endless spiral loop,
fed up and tired of this mess,
for once I want to be free too.

Some memories turn into ashes, while some die deep beneath your heart,
you make it seem like it's all my fault,
and when I was feeling confident, I felt your daunt.
Incensed, crestfallen,
my heart was tormented, left my soul haunted,
you made me feel like I was crazy,
and then everyone played me for a fool,
when all along it was you,
Whom was I to you ever?
just some relic from the past,
I try to escape, but they hold me tight.