That Familiar Scent

I hate thinking about you
I hate it
I hate it
Will I still think about you after a decade passes by?
I can feel that vile repulsion at the thought of that
I don't want to remember you
But your ghosts have made a bed in my mind
Parasites
Hosting on my body, my conscience, my soul
reminding me of all that i did wrong
all that i abused
I hate thinking about you