I think I'm getting better.
I think about you less,
I cry about you less,
I frown less.
But when I do think about you
It hurts.
More than it has before.
Am I really getting better then
If the pain is worse,
Just not all the time?
It's easier to laugh
And smile
And to be with other people,
But if my mind happens to find you,
It's harder than ever to hide you again.
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoetryLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
