I tore down the pictures of you off of my wall,
and threw them violently in a cluttered drawer.
(Notice I did not burn them.)
But I could not tear you out of my head.
I could not rip you out of my heart.
It seems as if the strings of my heart
have entangled to form your face,
or spell your name,
and to cut the threads would **** me.
You are a lethal drug -
an addiction that kills slowly and silently.
Memories of you have found their way
into the inner workings of my mind.
But there is no solace for you in the
crevices of my thoughts.
Not anymore.