A beautiful thing..

How do you rid of something that doesn't want to leave? The nuisance of an itch that keeps coming back and every time it makes a round, you scratch some more only to worsen the wound. It's your mind battling what your heart feels and when that happens, what do you listen to? It's bad for you. It has only the best intentions with the worse consequences and in the end, you already know you're going to lose. So why go through all that trouble to receive the shit end of the fucken stick? Your old friend, Stubborn. The inability, let me rephrase that..YOUR own self refusal to let those life-changing memories go. Pick a course and stay on it. You can't put each leg in two different boats and expect to stay afloat. Fuck you, gravity.