The ex-mind

Sometimes you hate your past so much you just want all the memories of it to explode in front of you so you can tell your mind its physically over. But is it really? coz once it there wedged in your head.. it sticks like a stubborn chewing gum on the roots of your hair. So you decide to get rid of it. All of it. The whole thing. Your mind alltogether. In hopes that when it comes back its purity will bring you to the other side. People call it moving on.

I wish you'd read this so you know what i know and what i feel. But you won't you'll never. and perhaps that's why i wrote this. To remind myself why i lost it for you. and got it back for someone worth all of it again.

I seem to have lost it
my mind
in a dire attempt to break free
to rebel
to revolutionise
i seem to have misplaced it
carelessly with a purpose
it must have slipped off
or dropped
i wouldn't imagine it being robbed
for it oozes insanity to messy to handle
if you happen to come by it
while walking
while shopping
or fucking someone in the park
it would be nice if you could return it
nothing in return
maybe just a simple thank you
and a cloud of relief hanging over your head
for if mind and body were to meet
i wouldn't be raging
i wouldn't be a bitch
like you seem to say i am now
and life would be calm again
for you and me
so please try harder
no not like that
harder
and faster
you are beginning to annoy me
i seem to have lost it
my mind
while bitterly trying to earse you
it went off on its own
it probably ran
scurried off into the pits so it can dissolve slowly
if so then i am doomed
and so are you
can you live with that?
would you share yours with me?
i'd like that
now we're bound two bodies one mind
we finally found our cliche moment
isn't this beautiful
our serendipity
no wait i thought it felt right for you too
of course i can still think
i may not have my mind but im not stupid
am i?
but you're here and im here
and isn't this what we've always wanted
i call it fate
you call it tragedy
they say its love
love made me crazy