Between Adler, Horney, Erikson and Fromm.

I try so hard not to care,

Or even let you cross my mind,

Let your face flash across it.

I try so hard to look past you

When we meet by the hallways.

I look away,

But I still see your face.

It’s caught up in my head.

And I’m beginning to get pissed off with myself.

Because I can’t get you out of it.

Because I can’t wash away what’s been tattooed on it.

I can’t not let you cross my mind.

I can’t not look past you every single time.

But I try.

And I can’t wait for the day

When I can finally sleep and wake up without you messing with my head.

I would tolerate first thoughts of wanting to pee in the morning,

And ecologically meaningful questions as my last thoughts at night.

But not you.

Please, not you.

Because I can’t wait for the day

When I can finally get to look at you,

And feel nothing,
Feel nothing at all.

Excuse the title. I'm in the middle of studying and I just can't get some thoughts out of my head. Kbye.