I haven't seen you in 15 days
my soul is scattered

Irrational
Fortunately poems don't have to make sense

If I could just tone it down

It's like an itch I can't scratch
A wound I can't bind
Blood seeps out and I can't do anything about it

I just wish I could erase the memory of your touch lingering on my skin...

I hate the fact that you know I have feelings for you
And I hate knowing that you don't