Displacement Theory

Holding on
Holding on to what I have of you
Sometime it seems it’s all I ever have
It’s true that a memory, a memory is keeping me alive
I’m not being possessive if I need you to survive
Displaced by circumstances not beyond control
Past thoughts of romance are tearing at my soul
But I need you to make mine whole
Displacement by something that you love
But I can’t make you stop
Can’t hurt my one true love
Because if I did I fear you would resent me
But this time is killing me
My heart must represent me
Why can’t things be the way they were?