stop

When was the day I stopped thinking about you?

Like, thinking about you like I used to.

Looking back now, you were always on my mind.

All the freaking time.

I know I said that I would never write another poem about you.

But here I am doing exactly that.

It used to be that I would wonder what my life would be like with you.

But now it's that I'm glad you left me.

I look now and i see that I was being silly.

I've been through a lot of s**t in the past year and a half...

Has it really been that long?

I guess I was finally able to let my life go on.

Since i left my mom and got cleaned up

things have gotten a whole lot better.