A Scar to remember each other

When looking in the mirror,

I see the memories,

Flowing like the stream from the top of the hill,

They hunt me down,

To sit like garbage,

Both of us looked towards hoardings,

To fantasize,

To take resolutions,

To escalate emotions through physical activities,

Is there any other way,

To not resurrect the past,

At least not to see in the bloody mirror,

No one is sure about this,

Slowly,

The pain became anxiety,

Anxiety left invisible marks on my thoughts,

It might sound weird,

I remember the mental scar,

And the comments you did on me,

Every night in my room,

Which caused tears,

Only at the back of half-closed doors.