Lobotomy of Our Love Affair

I wish I could get a lobotomy,

removing the nerve pathways of my frontal lobe that crave you.

The surgeon would drill a hole in my skull,

Disconnecting the thalamus of our affair from the frontal lobe of my pain from you

Stopping the impulsive things I do for your touch.

All of the abnormal stimuli that scare my friends.

Like kissing your friend,

Like wearing red lipstick around you,

Like gazing across the room at you,

Like calling you when I’m intoxicated.

Maybe it would make me calmer,

Like when you text my friend to hang out,

Like when you call me high

Like when you try to make me jealous

Like when you choose your friends over me.

It would reduce the tension and agitation I feel for you.

Snipping away the love I have for you.

The side effects of the surgery are as follows,

Vomiting from seeing you with another girl,

Brain damage from letting the words you say dictate my actions

Muscle weakness from being too sad to eat

Intracranial hemorrhages from only caring about what you think.

Chronic headaches from hearing you talk about your childhood traumas

Because one day I hope you fully lobotomize you from my mind.