Moving On
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...