Your whispered, "I'm sorry"

Isn't enough.

Your apology doesn't change the fact,

That I can't go five minutes,

Without my mind succumbing to your sweet invasion. 

An expression of guilt,

Doesn't mend,

The addicting pain you cause as you, so ruthlessly,

Worm your way through the folds of my brain.

Funny how my mind can slip away,

And center itself completely on you,

Yet the world still continues to run.

People still go to work.

Couples still argue about money.

Drunkards still swerve on the streets,

Every day getting closer to that kid walking to school.

And cops still sigh as they handcuff us all.

Another sobriety test failed.

Another one bites the dust. 

Meanwhile, no one seems to focus on you.

Everyone so wrapped up in their petty minds,

Like filing cabinets, everything so neatly tucked away in its place.

But my mind is no cabinet,

It is a palace; a shrine to you.

 Every passing thought leads to you.

Everything is a reminder,

And that which isn't a reminder, still brings thoughts of you,

For the vacancy of an absent mind is never welcome.

Your whispered, "I'm sorry."

Hasn't changed,

The fact my mind has been rearranged. 

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Dedicated to @OnlyOneWhoCaresxx for reading. She has a wonderful collection of poems called Dear Mentally Insane, which I highly suggest you check out. :)