If I'm over him
Does that mean I can't miss him?
He was friend, too
Not just a crush

Common sense says
To just forget about him
But my scream at me
To talk to him

Notice I'm still a little
Defensive when I see
Someone else flirting
With him

And it's like
A dagger
Going through y heart
When I see him flirt back

I constantly remind myself
That I'm over him
And I tell others the same
But only twice as much

It's like if
I tell myself
Enough times
It will actually be true

But to be completely honest
My heart still race
And I still stumble over my words
When he's around

I guess
There's still a little shimmer
Of hope that something will happen
Even though he's 7 years older I

I know nothing will ever happen
Between us, but I can guarantee
That that little shimmer of hope
Will be the death of me