Someday, i will get over you.
I will not wait for your morning or goodnight texts,
I won’t spend my time spying on your tweets
or let my schedule’s a mess because I was hoping you’d come anytime within the day, or week.
I will be numb, not to get hurt of your wrong sent messages,
or let me ask you,
Do you know how it hurts calling me a different name?
I know it was not meant for me because you don’t call me that way, I know.
I won’t be composing poetry for you, while you write love notes for someone else.
And I will stop saying “I love you” and hoping to hear it back again.
I will be just looking at you, the next time we meet.
Without wanting to embrace you,
Or kiss you, or hold you.
It’s hard to be away from you though you’re just an inch far,
but someday, i wouldn’t even notice .
I won’t care, as i think I already did too much.
And it hurts me every time to know I’m alone as no one cares for me as such.
All efforts wasted, you don’t even bother to say thanks.
I hurt myself when I think of you.
When I lay in sheets
i reserved for you.
When I stare at my phone,
Looking at the pictures of you.
When I eat my meals
and all I ask, have you eaten, have you?
It’s all ‘you’. And ‘you’. And all ‘you’.
Think of me, just one time.
But someday I will get over you.