I'm better now.
i think of you rarely
sometimes
often
always.
You are forever burned into my brain.
Pictures of you are scattered across the hardwood floor in my mind
they look up at me, begging for me to pick them up
but i just toss them into the fireplace.
And when I weep, there they are
Pictures in my tears.
I wipe them from my cheeks
your face smearing across my hands
you're beautiful, even though your image is warped.
your voice seems to emanate from every corner of the room
every wall
And when I sleep, I dream of you.
you're beautiful.
I think I may be going mad rarely
sometimes
often
always.
I'm always going mad.
 
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