If I Had Only Known How

If had known how to do better,
I would have.
If I had known how to find the will to walk away in the beginning,
I would have done so.
If I had known how to ignore the aching wetness between my legs everytime we talked,
I would have.
If I had known how to prevent my heart from flying out of my chest,
I would have done so.

Tell me, please, how to forget you.
Tell me how to blot out the image of your smile.
Tell me how to erase the memory of your gorgeous cock in your hand for me.
Tell me how to stop calling your name when I cum.
Tell me how to forget the timbre of your voice in my ear as I touched myself for you.
Tell me how to stop aching for the feeling of your lips on mine again.
Tell me how to correct our mistakes.
Tell me how to fill the emptiness you left in your wake.
Tell me how to let go of the fantasy we created.
Tell me how to take 4 years of memories, wrap them up in a neat little package, and deposit them in some hidden crevice of my brain to gather dust.

Tell me again, how long it takes to mend a broken heart?
It's been so long I've forgotten.