Ad Heckle Ultimo

I know I said I wouldn't do this
I promised myself I'd wean
But here I am, still going through this
Kinda like a battle I cannot win
It's an impossible task trying to avoid you
Or how do I run from where my heart leads?
How do I know when my time's due?
How would I stop listening? How would I heed?
How do I erase all the memories?
How do I even begin to breathe?
How do I stop the fantasies?
I don't want, but damn, I so need!

Your scent lingers on my nostrils
Tugging. Taunting. Torturing.

Your face seared on my mind, still
How I get by is simply beyond me
The sad part is you don't see what I see, how I see it
The hard part is you don't feel what I feel, how I feel it
I'm left with faded whispers and distant echoes, broken blisters and tumbled legos
Clay dessert, a tuneless song,

My wounded heart, my silent tongue.

(c) 2012 Jide Olatunbode