Canvas

I wish the human brain was a canvas

so that I could just erase your very presence

and never have to deal with the unbidden thoughts

You proved how little you really cared

so for me to be stuck thinking of you

at such inopportune times

feels like the ultimate insult

My subconscious craves self-mutilation

(at least as far as I can tell)

and you’ve handed it a smorgasbord

served up on metaphorical silver platters

enough to haunt me for months

How did I let things get this far?

And how am I supposed to shake you?

when some part of me still cares

even though there’s no reason to

and you’d never understand

just as I can’t seem to understand you…

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