You’re everywhere.
I hate it. But I can’t help it.
You’re behind me in my own reflection.
You’ve stained the walls of my own house with your scent.
Your mark is left on every love heart scribbled on a sticky note.
I still have them.
Your memory plagues my vision.
I can’t go out without you in my mind, strong as the taste of blood on my tongue.
My anger flows hot and white, but not at you.
At myself, for being such a fool.
And yet, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
I really am a fool.