I won't tell you how long it took, no,
because then you just might grieve,
almost half as much as i did.
I won't tell you how long it took,
for me to get over you.
For me to stop seeing you,
in the reflection of my eyes,
every time a mirror passed me by.
I won't tell you how long it took,
for me to stop doodling your initials
in my sandy brown notebook,
the same color as your hair.
For me to stop humming the song you used to sing,
and to learn another tune.
I won't tell you how long it took,
for me to stop driving past your house,
and cool the burning, longing sensation in my throat.
For me to forgive with all my love,
but I could never forget you.
I would tell you how long it took,
for me to mend my shattered heart,
but that alone might just break yours.