I wonder where you are and what you’re doing, curious to

know who’s loving you.

You invade my thoughts pervasively without warning, like an atomic bomb, each

memory annihilates the landscape of my serenity.

I suppress my urge to reminisce about your

cancerous kiss, now convinced that we were never meant to be.

The chemicals between us reacted so

violently, that every turn led us to catastrophe.

Infiltrated by images of you, my sanity

becomes diseased.

Deflated, I died a

thousand times with you, tolerated your abuse for far too long.

Yet still the burning question remains of how

I could still care for you, an emotion whose guilt cuts me like a

guillotine.

Held hostage by the

hostility that has locked itself inside my head and thrown away the key, your

misery preferred my company.

Freedom

from you is my fondest dream, a fantasy so frequent that it feels like reality

though the truth remains that your toxicity infected my bloodstream.

Critically ill now as I slip in and out of

consciousness, as my heart hopes that I imagined you and that you did not

exist.

I close my eyes for the last time

with eternal sunshine in my newly spotless mind, you have been erased as my

elated soul floats up to outer space.