Need to Get Over Him

If God would burn this fleshy, pumping organ

From the upper left of my chest,
I’d be grateful.
Deaden the nerves that cause me to ache
For this incessant pain-inflicting man
So that the cool bliss of being emotionless
Could dry my red tears.
Straighten my back
So that I could hold my head high,
Napps blowing in the wind,
As I return to the journey of being my happy self,
Unafraid.