the shelf of my heart

she speaks softly of simple regrets in hours too late to recall their importance and says times that have come and gone are pieces of you and i lingering behind in places and times that we've dreamed of long ago but can't get to anymore.
she whispers soft maladies like small victories against liquored bodies walking down planks to their end without seeing an end in sight, just blindly walking towards a darkness that will sweep them into chaos.
she used to say that you have to have a little bit of chaos in your soul to give birth to a shining star. i don't know i believe that. it was chaos that ripped us apart.
i try to remember to forget what she tells you, try to understand why she tells you all things undying go down the drain of things to come, maybe we're all here living in this place of memories trying to understand days misunderstood.
tell her that love is a place for happy people trying to get in out of the rain, simply trying to come in from the cold, on the worst of the worst winter's days.
tell her i don't want to run away from you anymore than i already have, that i'm not afraid of death breathing into my heart. i just want to hold you and feel your warm breath on the cool side of my cold neck at the backside of a time way back then, now forgotten.
so let's take today and make it something worth dying for, make up for time that we've lost, because i never want to lose you again, to a life that i was afraid to start.
maybe you never knew, or tried so hard to forget,
but some things good they never die, made to go on forever into the night.
maybe you never knew, or maybe you just forgot,
that you've always held a place on the shelf of my heart.