Stripped Bare

I'm sick of thinking and writing about you.

I want the venemous thoughts which surround you, gone.

I used to smoke to put my mind at ease

but now when I smoke,

you spread stronger throughout my mind like a disease.

What I need is for my mind to be stripped bare

Every thought which has touched you

every memory you're involved with too,

needs to be rid of, so that I no longer care.

You think I hate you, but I don't.

I'm more forgiving than I'd like

but I can't let you walk all over me

So I told you to take a hike.

Sometimes I still miss you,

Most days I tell myself I don't.

I put up a cool facade, 

hoping no one sees through my front.

How am I to ever trust the ones I love

When the one I trusted and loved the most

proved to be no better than the rest?

I need you erased from my mind 

So that I may enjoy life with the best

effort that I possibly could give.