Clean Mind

I want something
I want you to wash out of my dreams
I want that something that will take you from there
almost a year now and I still think of you.
I still think that we have a chance at love
Hopeless romantic?
Or hopeless loser?
As I sort my thoughts she keeps on coming in.
Keeps rearing her head into my thoughts
I want to be cleansed of her.
Of everything.
I stopped hoping for a savior
For my perfect person.
She will never come, she will never exist.