Flustrated musings

My brain is flawed...Jack's become a full-time resident in my mind...I am all too aware that he doesn't belong there. Yet our last encounter, happenstance as it was, burned an immutable afterimage...his arms continue to tighten around my waist...his lips still quicken my pulse as they singe my skin. Tell me please, how to scrub his scent from my memory...erase his touch that tingles deep within. It's no secret...he's all shades of wrong. I could stomach this nonsensical... irrational yearning, if it was a matter of the heart wanting what it wants. It would be so simple... With the knowledge of what could never be...armed against foolish dreams... my heart was untouched by his antics... oh no, this scenario is much worse...ergo love has no hand in these psychotic episodes...