When will I
Get over you.
It’s been more than a couple months due
And you’re still there,
My mind does and then doesn’t
I wish it did, though. Because,
Even though things are supposed to be changing,
I tend to still live in that
Not to want
To be forgotten past.
And there I wish I could find you,
I look at cars and think of him or you
And vans and
Can’t even relate
Except it’s never been your face.
It’s like “Dammit to hell, Jim”
Though Star Trek coursed its own fate.
I think I’m so smart but really
To hearts that can’t even decide how to break.
1:12 am, 11/11/17