Why do I still think of you?
Years have gone by. Isn’t that enough?
My skin should be stone.
I should be tough.

My heart still jumps.
As the old covers the new.
You flood my mind. Even now.
Why can’t I get rid of you?

I still think of you.
I’m sure you’ve erased me.
You’ve become my curse.
Without a way to break free.