I wish that I could erase you from my memory so I don't have to be reminded of you

I wish I could tear my own skin off so I won't remember the way your skin felt on mine

I wish I could burn the places where we used to go so that I don't have to look at them

I wish I could stop this guilt that boils inside me so I can move on

I just wish you were gone...

Eyes are blind,
You look with
the heart, the soul, the mind

What will bind me
to my fate is the
illusion of another
world

Some memories are just graffiti to the soul
Father time's hands can try to scrub the artwork away but some
images will forever  be tattooed a woeful masterpiece

I am sorry to all my pass lovers, I am sorry I did not know how to love you. I am sorry that I could not find worth in your smile, that I could not find anything but lust in your body. I am sorry for all the lost, careless secrets you shared with me. I am sorry that your memories had to be wasted on me. I am sorry I could be so blind, so negligent with your love.

Do not get me wrong,
there is not a fiber in me
that
misses you.
What I miss are the parts of me that followed you out

Growing up my parents were always selfish. They'd rather subsidize tasteful cars than their own child's education so they could prove worthy of societal thinking.
They'd rather finance love through glamorous things instead of investing in actual intimacy.

Maybe if loneliness wasn't my parental figure then this existential adult life wouldn't be spent in monotonous cognitive states