How do I tell?

How do I tell my feet to change direction?
When I always find myself making my way to you
I can only blame my heart, a broken campus
Debilitatingly, it continues to fight and resist change

How do I tell my lips not to pine for yours?
When I find all other lips unpalatable
Why did they have to be so smooth & sumptuous?
Their deliciousness knocks my taste buds dead with sweetness

How do I tell my fingers that they will never run through your hair again?
Yet they had memorized every inch of your frame
They know not how to please another
How loyal of them to reserve their pleasures only for you

How do I tell my mind not to think of you?
Yet my toes still curl at the...