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he found a spot inside my head

it hurts to know

that

i regret even meeting him

even though

meeting him

        (at the time)

was a good thing

and now ...

a part of my brain

and

half of my heart

has his boots all over it



those songs

i cant bear to listen to anymore

that movie

leaves a lump in my throat

his smell

is still on my skirt from that night

        (no matter what i wash it with)

he is a permanent marker

as my tears

continue to fall as my mind goes back to the

times....



he is there when i dont want him to be

i want to wash that

man right out of my dreams

but

he wont comply with me

i dont know what it is

but

i know that its closure

i know that its an explanation

i know that its some sort of confirmation that

i am not that bad



is what i need



     (and yet)



he is found a spot inside my head

and

he refuses to leave









              (please.....

                          just leave)