It's been three weeks, I think, since I last spoke to you.
Before that, I tried every day just to say hi to you.
It's been three weeks, I think, since I last thought of you.
Before that, I couldn't seem to forget you.
It's been three weeks, for me, to feel better about myself.
Before that, I felt like I was nothing compared to everyone else.
It's been three weeks, for me, to finally begin to get over you.
Before that, I wanted nothing more than to be with you.
It's been two weeks, I think, since I've begun talking to new people.
Before that, all I had were the same people you had.
It's been two weeks, for me, and my heart's begun to flutter.
Before that, it only sank when I saw you walk by.
It's been two weeks, for me, and I think I'm getting better.
Before that, I thought every day was a death sentence.
It's been one week, I think, and I can smile again.
Before that, I found it hard to even laugh at people's jokes.
It's been one week, for me, and I've begun to care less of what people think.
Before that, I worried about everything I did.
It's been one week, for me, and I can see how much stronger I am.
Before that, all I ever saw were the flaws in myself.
It's Wednesday, and today was the first day I'd seen you in a long time.
And today, I didn't have the sinking feeling I had before.
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College Tales
PoetryThis is just an on-going collection of my poems from my time in college.