So I write

millie over aman anyday?

I am over it. 

I am over you. 

but it burns up my soul to know that I'll never get those mornings back. 

I'll never get the caring part of you when I need it the most. 

I'll never be viewed as the same person by you. 

but I am so sick of it. 

so I drag myself out of your comfort and out of your bed. 

even though its the only place I want to be when Im feeling like this. 

once again I've proven that my sickness and you dont cooperate. 

they split us apart and leave me longing for your kind eyes and warming laugh. 

it just hurts to know that I'll have to find someone new and try to forget that its not as good as it once were with you. 

still Im so over it.

and so over you.