so i came up with a master plan
(in a desperate attempt)
to gradually unbrand you
from my body & my brain to
~
s t o p.
t h i n k i n g.
a b o u t.
y o u.
~
so I’ve taken to picking at my cuticles
yes
whenever I have the urge to call you,
to ask if you ever got that part,
i just tear random bits of flesh apart
to remind myself
of what it feels like
to love you

but now my fingers are all s w o l l e n
and my iPhone’s all b l o o d y
and it  h u r t s and i'm hurt and
i just want to hug somebody
and i would if i could but now i can't
because
of
my
grand
*******
master plan
  and now i'm just alone again