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Forgetting You Is Where I Failed

I thought I was over you,

Moved on to other guys,

But sometimes when I think of you,

I still get that weird feeling

In the depths of my stomach.

And when I see you with her

I don't know how to act.

I know we're still friends,

But I'm scared you think I'm weird now,

Even though I've liked others,

Asked others out since you.

I guess I'll never forget liking you

No matter how hard I try,

'Cause three different guys

Couldn't erase the memory

Of how perfect you seemed to me.

Time's not healing the hurt

Of your third and final rejection.

Everytime I think of you

I promise myself and everyone else

That I'm done with you

But here I am

Writing about you

Just like what seems to be so long ago

I guess three months is a long time.

But they've been dragging along

Slower than normal

'Cause when I like someone now

It's like I'd almost rather not

Like my heart's not in it.

Ever since I got over you

That's all that's happened.

Maybe Dominique was right,

And it's because my "hearts been broken"

Too many times from you

You're still in my mind,

'Cause love,

Even teenage puppy love,

Is something that can never be forgotten.

Until I really am over you,

I'll be stuck with the memories of eight months

Of liking you...

And I will never forget.











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This is about a guy, obviously, and the fact that I've finally accepted that I may never be completely over him.

I just want your suggestions, because I know this one needs some work.

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  • skipeople
    July 1

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    Actually, a writer is their worsest critic.

    Like you, I would have thought this needed work. And though that sounds like an insult, my point is it seems rough, right? But that works in this situation. I think the plain rawness works with your point rather than against it. And you go on and on about how much you can never let him go - which normally would bug me - but it helps the stress the point. Lastly, you end with a nice bang that says,"everyone goes through this, I really do understand." It allows the reader to relate even more.

    Nicely done,
    Ashley

    • Thanks!

      Glad you like it! Experience is my best inspiration, especially stuff like this.