The price of ever being in love requires your mind to be haunted.

To get stuck with such lamenting memories of yesterday’s past.

Not that long ago I had you with me, touching, kissing and restricting my being.

It was like being boiled slowly as I watch the essence of myself vapor away and it felt purposeful.

At the time like most things we work hard to earn felt like it was part of the plan.

To earn a spot in the ever-evolving loop of coupled souls that makes up the population of none lonely souls. Part of the not lonely or unwanted demographic.

Such status must be cherished while putting the necessary efforts that it takes to maintain.

No matter how suffocating it feels to give up yourself.

What is it about being single that makes your ex coupled life memories haunt you?

This happens even when logic reminds you why is good no more.

No more toxic cycles to avoid dealing with your demons, neediness to value the other over self and keep up with societal pretenses.

The mind can make it all connect but what can make it click for the heart.

Oh emotionless organ we choose to strongly assign so much of our pain.

Knowing that science would prove otherwise and finally give the heart its rightful functional duties. To pump blood and keep our organs functioning.

The heart has no time for pain unless its physically induce.

Yet to make sense of our internal emotional torment we label it heartbreak.

As time goes on we eventually realize,

Everything is just as it is meant to be.