You're over it and I wish I could be over it
2 years going and I've searched for you in everyone, I've almost quit
When I kiss him and him and him and him
All I see in their eyes are you
All I wish is that their hands were yours
That their laugh was the same
And all your goofy little jokes and the song you made about my name— stop
I don't want to remember the pain
But the good times surface
And I just wish you were part of my purpose
Because as much as I've tried to run I circle back and back and back and back
Into how I loved you
And how I can't even love myself and sure as hell not anyone else
Not like you
You haunt me like a ghost
And the funniest part is that you're alive
Maybe it would be easier if you were dead
I wouldn't keep going through every post and all the memories in my head
I poured all I could and did what I can
But in the end I'll lay naked with another and all I can think of is holding your hand
I think you'll always be my muse
And honestly it's got me all kinds of confused
But I've got to use it to my advantage so here's my vantage and my shitty poetry that I used to read to you for romantics
- E.D.
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Woman In Progress
ŞiirA girl becomes much more. The process is documented through her poetry.