Lovesick

I used to be absolutely happy
with you but now that
you’ve left, I’ve tried to
make you disappear in ways
that leaves me with scars.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII tried having sex with
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIa random guy but it
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIImade me throw up and
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIcry after he left.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII tried drugs but all
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthey did was make me
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIfeel floaty and like I
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIcould do anything.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII tried alcohol but it
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIwas similar to the drugs
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIand neither made me
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIforget you.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’ve tried talking to
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIpeople, meeting other
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIpeople but most just
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIleft because of my mood.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII tried writing poetry,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIdrawing, painting,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIreading but none of
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIthese worked.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII tried cutting and
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIit makes me forget
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIeverything for just
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIa few moments.

There’s one thing left
on my list and I’m
not sure it’ll work
anyway –

can you forget people when you’re dead?