It Always Comes Back to You

It always comes back to you.
Memories you try to forget,
Images you try to unsee,
Words you try to unsay,
Feelings you try to unfeel.

Playing tug-of-war with
Grenades made of steel.
Shiny bulbs and pockets
Of warmth turned cold
With an age-worn peel.

It always comes back to you.
The memories you want back,
Rolling in a reel of sepia-
Toned movies of nostalgic
Joy that soon fades to black.

It always comes back to you.
The images you cannot deny,
Flashing in unison with a snap
Of remorse and regret, still
Painted on the walls of my eye.

It always comes back to you.
The words you wish had been said,
Always lined up so perfectly,
Just too late to have an effect
After they got caught in your head.

I always come back to you.
Feelings that will always remain
In my heart. No matter how hard I try
To refrain from thinking or feeling
You simply because of the pain.