Moving On

June 7, 2014

It's been two months and twenty-six days.

Some days are easier than others.

I do have occasional distractions.

But honestly, that's all they truly are.

If I ever have a second to think,

you're the only thing on my mind.

Maybe all the wrong that I have been doing,

is just more ways of coping.

In reality though...

I'm tired...

of pretending to not love you,

knowing you love her.

I couldn't wait to hate you.

But now that I have the chance,

the feeling isn't coming.

Even though I have every right.

I tell other it's getting easier,

but I'm better at fooling myself.

And I am better at fooling myself...

But I don't want to get over you...

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