Grappling with my heart
in a vain attempt to persuade
it to stop beating like this…
As if nothing else can
ever make it pulse so strongly.
It will return to normal.
My heart still fights.
Struggling with time past
in a pointless attempt to forget
all that we’ve ever gone through…
As though forgetting was
ever an option, but required.
It will return to normal.
But time can’t erase.
Berating my mind and soul
in a fruitless battle–cause and effect–
As though I could’ve prevented
ever learning, knowing and doing.
It will return to normal
after I’m over you.