unfeel, untouch, unknow

I’d be lying if I said

my eyes were teary

or that my heart was aching

and that my body felt like fire

not ignited by passion

or by anger

or perhaps a bit of both

but all I feel

is the

urge

the overwhelming urge

to

bathe

and be baptised

to tear of my lips

and scrub of my skin

the urge

to chop off my hair

and

unsee

unfeel

untouch

and be

untouched

by you

I want to forget

or better yet, unknow

you

the memories and

the places

but you

have imprinted

on every fibre of my being

on every landmark

of this foggy town

seen through my foggy eyes

And

I -I just want to unknow

and be clean of the sins

of you