I’m over you.
I think,
But I always still seem to think about you.
The question keeps appearing in my head.
Am I over you?
I just don’t know the answer anymore.
I love you.
You’re the only person that I do.
I have moved on,
I keep telling myself this.
But, then why does my heart still skip a beat when I think of you?
Why are you still in my dreams?
Why are you still in head?
I hate these questions.
They don’t let me forget.
For you, is there such thing as me getting over you?
Yes.
But I still love you.
I think I will always love you.
A spot in my heart,
Is reserved for you.
I don’t know if “anything” could replace you in my heart.
I’m hoping that “anything” will,
Something.