On average,
it takes 17 months to get over an ex,
no matter how long you dated,
or how much you loved each other—
If you ever did to begin with.
But that's just an average,
so maybe it isn't true that I'll be stuck feeling this way for that long,
since we dated for less than a month,
and we didn't love each other that much—
If we ever did to start with.
Even if it's true,
how can my mind let me feel this way,
even though I don't want to feel this way,
and never wanted to in the first place?
But why would it be true?
It seems as though I've moved on,
I've been wanting to move on,
and maybe I should—
Should I?
I tell myself it's not you,
it's love:
Love is an addiction,
and letting go is going through withdrawals,
even if I was never addicted to it.
I tell myself it wasn't love either,
because in your moments of doubt,
the pain I felt was greater than my love for you,
and it almost feels as though it never was—
How could you love in doubt?
It's been 1 of the 17,
and I don't want to be the average.
I've always been above average anyways—
But how could I let you take over my mind when I've got better things to do than to feel sorry over just another grade to pass?
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
