it takes just a second of familiarity

a line in a song, your scent on my sheets, the view from my back window

to get you back in my head

and the pain of bearing these memories

is crippling

your presence is toxic to me

I can’t get you out of my bloodstream 

no matter how many times I tear myself open

the dreams that you planted in me are now malignant

metastasising as disappointment 

you were the greatest source of happiness and beauty in my life

but you must have been lying when you said the same to me

you’ve fucked me in every sense of the word

for you to get out of my life

is entirely too impossible, we know