Displacement Theory (xLooking Forwardx)

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?