heartbreak comes naturally for some, Groundhog Day of the heart.
sometimes I wish that I could lose feeling,
I wish I could be ignorant.
hate is always a strong word
but dislike is far too tame,
for you are a parasitic pendulum
in the grandfather clock of my forehead,
you swing back and forth hitting the walls of my skull like a migraine and no amount of painkillers can dull your presence,
you are the excruciating epitome of an extinct euphoria
and I tell myself that things are getting better
but I realize you wear a necklace of bullets,
each one with a motive to pierce my elation and engulf itself in my pity.
the bullets stay close to your heart, just as I wish I could.

~ T.T