"so are you over him?" an innocent friend asked, and reminded me it's been almost seven months since it happened.
"yeah." that's what my mouth said, but the tears in my eyes as she walked away grew like pinnochio's nose. the butterflies in my stomach reminded me of the lie I just told.
my mind told the truth: "no. i don't know if i ever will. the way i never got a goodbye. he never told me why he was leaving, he just left. he begged me not to move on, and i'm guessing he still doesn't want me to. but he got a girl friend. i'm still reminded of him every day and if he asked me right now to take him back, I'd say yes without thinking. i miss him everyday. an hour hasn't gone by when he's not in my mind since that day. i still cry and sometimes i can't breathe i miss him so bad. i'm not sure how to move on or when it will happen, but i sure do hope it's soon."
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my poems
PoetryA coming of age story of a young girl, discovering the true meaning of self love.
