I Wish You were Nothing but a Bad Dream

Your name still makes my heart leap;
yet it stings a stabbing singed sword in my side.
It still puts butterflies in my chest;
and it brings nightmares at night.

After so much time; I should be immune.
Why does this sweet poison still effect me?
Why do I still struggle to get you from my mind?
By now, you should have been nothing but a bad dream.

Your black tendrils still have there hold;
on my taped up heart of scars.
New cracks break every thought of you.
Soon I won't have a heart.

Just when I thought it was healed;
the sight of your name made it rust.
Get out of my fucking mind!
Before all that is left of me is dust.