How long do I have to keep writing shitty poems in order to distract myself from thinking about you?
Am I using the wrong method?
Does such a thing even exist?
Am I ever going to forget you?
Unanswerable questions always run through my head whenever I hear your damn name.
I see that sickening smile, urging me to once again, enter that frigid palace you call a heart.
I hesitate, but I still grabbed my worn out scarf and hand-me-down sweater.
Not knowing what to expect but knowing what's going to happen after.