Untitled Poem

How often would I still have to talk about it
To get over it
To even get over it
It would take a million brain cells
You'd have to open up my head
Without anesthesia
'Cause if you make me more numb
Than I already am
It's how new memories fail to be born
And how old ones stay alive
I can't capture the moment
If I'm not even there
Touch my body all you want
You'll never touch my heart