Usually,
when you read stories about people that can't get someone out of their head,
they're in love--
or they're serial killers.
Anyways,
I think I've been reading too many romance novels.
I should probably stop,
because too often now,
my old desires and longings,
things I thought were done and over,
burned and disintegrated,
are springing back to life,
and making me feel empty again--
not a good place to be.
Although I'm not in love with you anymore,
and definitely not a serial killer,
these last few nights,
I can't get you out of my head.
My head says,
"Move on already!"
but my heart says,
"Wait..."
*sigh*
