Having to get over you was the hardest thing I ever had to do
And the worst part is, you never seemed to care.
Now all I want is to move on, be able to say I got over it
Not that I dwelled on it for years after-wards, still missing you,
Anxiously trying to shake the romantic views of my innocence
Hoping, that one day, somehow, you'll show up at my front door
Insistently knocking, crying out my name, bawling.
Miserably, on my walk home from school, as
I approach my house, I always hate myself for that
Sideways glance I give, to the parking lot, to that parking space,
Stupidly expecting that maybe, just maybe, your car will be there.
Yelling my name the instant you see me, and then running
Open-armed to me, like you love me again. And I'm happy,
Until I realize that life is no fairy tale, and that I need to move on.
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
Having to get over you was the hardest thing I ever had to do
And the worst part is, you never seemed to care.
Now all I want is to move on, be able to say I got over it
Not that I dwelled on it for years after-wards, still missing you,
Anxiously trying to shake the romantic views of my innocence
Hoping, that one day, somehow, you'll show up at my front door
Insistently knocking, crying out my name, bawling.
Miserably, on my walk home from school, as
I approach my house, I always hate myself for that
Sideways glance I give, to the parking lot, to that parking space,
Stupidly expecting that maybe, just maybe, your car will be there.
Yelling my name the instant you see me, and then running
Open-armed to me, like you love me again. And I'm happy,
Until I realize that life is no fairy tale, and that I need to move on.
If you didn't notice reading through, it's an acrostic.