My head is only there to receive
and not to store;
I am training it.

Through very simple instructions:

like the 
destruction
of a five year
friendship.

The collection of
albums from family trips
since I was
ten;
they all have
been
lost without lamentation.


And when you're
done
with a day so good,
don't
rest your reminiscing head on a pillow.

Wait for sleep
to bat your eyes
shut
from a world
that would
eat you in the rest of your nights.


And best of all,
is the eradication
of a love
that once
was
through
disclaiming its cause.

What you
have to do
is so
brutal;
you
deny
the
love
you felt
and
you call it something
else.

Gullibility.


Barricade yourself.

Obstruct
and
destruct
every emotion that hurtles
your way;
it will
crash.
The shrapnel
will not tear you
down
your skin will not
sore
the walls are
high enough
to keep you
safe
and
sound.

Never again
will you be
bound
to a person
to a thing
to a feel-
ing.

But the saddest
part of
leading
life
dispassionately
is that
at times
you will be
lonely
and you
will
rummage
in
your head
searching for
companionship
and you will
find

nothing.