poetry collection

Six

I don't even like you anymore.
The butterflies are gone.
Your laugh, your smile, your voice, none of it makes me go wild anymore.
But for some reason a part of me is still
obsessed. Like l've been cursed, like our souls have been knotted together even when I don't want to think about you anymore.
There's no romantic feelings behind my brains obsession with thinking about you anymore.
Obsession without the lovely butterflies is just so miserable and irritating. Like an itch I can never scratch.
I hate living like this. Get the fuck out of my brain.