No longer does your name cross my thoughts when Bad Things queue is up..
No longer does your handsome self invade my dreams, leaving me in a state of confusion as to your presence in my slumbering coma..
No longer do thoughts of you distract my mind during the sunshine hours..
No longer does my heart skip beats..
No longer does a fuzzy numbness rush through my veins..
These are the lies I tell myself every damn day.
“Right from the start
You were a thief, you stole my heart
And I your willing victim…” -Pink