Reluctant ending for peace of mind

My eyes stung hot magma
The day I decided to get over you
Destoying every last bit of proof
That could concur there was ever anything there
The memories still sit like mucky puddles
So I close my eyes and focus
On the walk to work
The latest book I'm reading
Some stupid neon sign
I noticed while buying fruit
At a sinisterly overpriced market
I still don't eat much
Get headaches
Wake up crying
Walk into hazy trappings
I've got to destoy it all
To save my sanity

 

Raising the Chalice of the Wine of Life, I mutter "To Defeat!" and drain it at a gulp.

 

the neon sign/market/fruit reminded me of ginsbergs poem, supermarket in california (or something)-- but it's quite good, indeed. <3.