Numbness
I thought that I was over tis part of my life.
I thought taht I had learned to not do this again.
Even though I feel like I am finally over you,
He creates a new problem.
The eyes are mesmerizing and
It's aggravating.
He treats me like a friend, as did you.
It's the one solid pattern I own in my life.
This forbidden zone of heartache is forever surrounding me.
Maybe I do not blame them and you.
If I was being hinest with myself I wouldn't choose me either.
This shell of a young person that I use to live my life is empty inside.
Thsi life of relationships that others choose of a forigen concept to my brain.
You knew that, I like to think.
He does not.
He has not seen me in such conditions.
I do not want to find him so fascinating as I did you.
You both have those eyes.
Eyes that peirce you in the stomach with the fluttering insects.
I detest that feeling.
It will never be mutual and I will be in my solitude for eternity.
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