When the Mind Takes Over the Game

There is a love which consumes me.
It scratches the back corners of my mind,
And ignites at the most intense, unnecessary times.

This memory of love, feeling of love,
This attachment to love
Causes me deep pain and longing
For it is chastised in my mind,
In the back corners,
Scratching,
Waiting to ignite.

It is almost a poison.
It is a drug.
A craving.
An addiction.
An addiction to thought.
This love is long gone,
No longer tactile,
Yet it lingers in the back corners of my restless mind
Waiting to ignite
And sending my heart away
Full of fire and pain.


written March 3, 2011