You know what's effed up?
We've been broken up for nearly two and a half years and you're still as heavy on my mind as you were on day one.
Countless times, I've deleted your number and blocked you on Facebook. Every little reminder possible around my room has been burned or thrown out. The written records I kept of our relationship have been stored away in a box on the stop shelf in my closet. They're my most personal and private journals and I wrote them to keep them all my life but I'm considering burning them, too, if this mental jail you have me in doesn't release me soon.
When I fall asleep at night, you haunt me in my dreams. When I sit down to write, you follow me in my words. When my boyfriend and I have a fight, I know it's your influence over my heart at the root of it. I know for an absolute fact that I would be with you if I wanted to be with you. I'm happy with someone new, maybe even happier. So why are you still here? Why are you clouding my subconscious?
You know what's effed up?
I've run out of ideas to get you out of my mind, in person and in spirit...
And, yet, you're still here.
