Whenever there is room to wander
my mind always seems to go straight to you.
I wish that there is a way to
stop the onslaught of thoughts about you.
But no matter what road blocks I *****
you come barreling through.
I’m not sure why I expected any different.
You used to bust through my defenses
when you were still here.
But it was never enough for you, was it?
I let you in like I never let
anyone in before.
You took what you wanted
and left the rest for me to put back together.
I was never that great at puzzles, though.
My mind remains a jumbled mess
with most of the pieces missing or broken.
These broken shards stab at my heart
with every thought of you.
I know it should never hurt this bad
because we were never really together
and it has been six months since you ruined what could have been.
I have heard that time heals all wounds
but no wound can heal when I am continually picking at it.