You don't belong in my brain

I started writing this about a week ago, all of a sudden flashbacks of my past came back to haunt. I guess my mind hasn't been occupied with work lately so for some stupid reason my brain decides to check back on my past to stimulate my mind. It ended in tears.

I have grown up, but I am still trying to forget. I thought I have forgotten.

This one is called

"You don't belong in my brain"

You stabbed my heart to prove a point.

I validated my pain through endless tears.

You gave me enough paper to roll a joint.

I'm ailing and carrying a bag full of fears.

I made it through another night hating you.

Oh how I want to get rid of the memories of us.

I must say I despise myself for missing you.

Oh how you hurt me and betrayed my trust.

This darkness will eventually go away they say.

Your scent, your flesh, your face needs to leave me.

Nonetheless I am writing about you, much to my dismay.

The ending is present, yet the past just won't set me free.