Poems.

Get over him.

You get over him like this:
At first, you don't.
His name is a note you can't unsing,
but eventually your body gets bored of making tears over the same person who hurt you.
Your body says, "listen up, it was a long time ago."
And for a second you feel whole,
but you catch sight of him in a coffee shop and your heart drops
and your hands shake
and you want to throw up
and you can't explain to your friends why this messed you up,
because you've already talked their ears off, so you just go home,
and have a good sob,
but somewhere in that night,
or the next one,
or two weeks down the road,
the things that came to the surface start getting old,
And you start turning over your relationship in your palms.
Until you discover the ugly things you've been hiding from yourself,
and you think,
maybe it wasn't always heaven,
maybe it was hell.
And you write about him,
or cry about him,
or get him out of yourself however you can,
you scrape yourself clean until there's nothing left,
and rebuild from the ground up,
and some wicked part of you wants to talk to him.
Just to say, "look, I'm new now, I'm different."
But you don't because you've straightened out the voices in your head,
and you write about him,
and make a stupid poetry blog about red blood and black ink,
and you make a playlist of songs you found way after him,
and you make yourself okay again eventually,
because the truth is,
you have just forgotten how to be who you are without him- don't worry.
All it takes is a little soul-searching before you rediscover you are better off without him.
Some people need a bit more soul-searching than others.
But that's okay.
You'll get there soon.
Lord knows I did.