How can I break out that piece of my heart that has now absorbed your image?

I can't help but start a fire
I like to watch the flames dance
They seem to almost kiss
For just a moment
Now a memory

Recovery is best practiced cold, quick
Our atomic collision
Was your invention
Infidelity
A melody soulless and sick
For the dark ones to mix
My hands are holeless, homeless
Friend

I was naive, there is no doubt.
I just hope this doesn't hurt for
very long. I was always the good one.
Always making sure that they had what they needed. That they were comfortable in this work.
One day about six months ago
she walked in.
A smile that would give me goosebumps.
A voice that would increase the speed in which my heart would beat.
I made it a point to never hit on her.
I wanted her to feel comfortable.
I immediately put aside any idea of being with her. Then one day I started noticing the little hints. The cute things girls do when they want something more. I hesitated to rescend her advances. And she brought it on pretty **** hard. I should have known better. She got me hooked right through the heart. And I'm bleeding internally

The alcohol is helping me
To write bad poetry
Perhaps
That's better
Than the nothing
I write
Sober

Settle in
           To this uncomfortable seat
And strap in
Im driving
      There's little use for these
Rearview reminders
I'm going
      To pick up a few strangers
Along the way
       I once was like them
Needing a ride
               Hands on the wheel
Eyes open
But my mind keeps going
Back to her gaze
          And that's the only place
In this ******* ******* universe
             That I want to be
Yet,
             I drive