I'm finally over you.
I'm not over the events that happened.
But I'm over you.
I'm over your smile
I'm over the cravings
I finally quit.
You were a person of mystery, a person of silence with a wall of hate.
I never understood why.
Maybe it because someone hurt you the way you hurt me.
Simple things like baths are easier now.
You're not in my head.
I finally have control of my thoughts
NEXT PART IS WRITTEN A MONTH AFTER THAT ^
I finally can go out and not get scared.
Go out and not worry
Live my life
Colors are brighter
I feel better
And I'll always have that lesson.
It's now may and I'm 17
17 and free.
After a year
A whole fucking year. I'm over you.
I'm now falling for men who see me and respect me.
I can go on dates.
And not think of you.
The first thing I think of when I wake up is him and not you.
3 months ago I said I would never fall again. But I know you're just 1 in a billion.
You're that one really insure, 20 year old that thought preying on 16 year olds was funny and a game. Trying to be a pimp, but you just look like a idiot. A idiot that was dumb enough to lose me because I was the best thing that happened to you.
I know you learned things from me.
An if you didn't. Well sucks for you. I guess your gonna stay immature.
But as for me.
I'm free
To live
To love
To be me
And not your little scarlet.
