Desperate Words for a Lonely Man

The best way to get over a girl is to put her into writing... As long as she didn't kill you first.

I write to you,

A dear friend of mine.

When we see less of each other, the first thing I forget is your face.

You're body in size to mine flutters away.

I'm left with your legs, which loses itself in a wet blur.

I can only remember your hair.

Your number, the eleven digits which I connect with your name,

engraved into my frontal lope, or brain as a whole, 

slowly rearranges itself, creating a new order.

Was the seven before the two?

Your smell, I catch quickly, has moments. 

The saddest of moments. The horrid of moments.

The eye-watering of moments. The sinking-of-heart moments.

The quick reminder of who we once were.

Your touch, I knew it briefly. 

I wish I still possessed it. 

I lost it. It belongs to someone else.

Someone who doesn't deserve it.

Oh Emma. You dear friend of mine. 

I don't wish you were a friend, but strictly mine.

I don't want our final moments to be drunken angry comments,

made out of desperation to recreate something you didn't want.

I'm still here, my dear friend.

B***h. 

Author's Note

Made in a rush. Hoping to edit in the future if I don't feel pathetic about it.