Stuck

My brain is spiraling

and all I can think of is you.

I still dream of you.

And my dreams destroy my days.

Thoughts of you

permeate everything.

And I know you’ll never love me.

And I know I’ll always love you.

Like I told you so many times

in so many poems

I sent you.

But you still probably don’t believe me.

I don’t know why I’m like this.

I don’t want to love you.

I want to forget you.

It’s been almost a year.

And I’m staring down the barrel

of another birthday.

My last one was so wonderful.

And this one will be one of my worst.

Because it will mark one year

since the last time I saw you.