Damn You.

I curse the day we met.

I would have been better off had we not met.

I miss you. Where are you?

Could I please be given a tiny scalpel-like instrument that will easily remove the part of my brain that remembers you? I want to scoop out the part of my brain that remembers you. I want it scooped out and thrown in the garbage disposal. Then I want to turn on the cold water tap and turn on the the switch that will emulsify this tiny portion of my brain. I want it to wash into the wastewater pipe in the parking lot below my apartment.

Then I want to continue my life, completely innocent of that moment we met.