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…