I'm Over You.

I'm completely over you.
You never cross my mind.
I'm happy you're with her.
I'm happy with him.
I don't think about you.
I don't cry over you.
This blog isn't about you.
You're nothing to me.
You're just a memory.
Stop my memories.
They're easy to ignore.
Freeze them from my mind.
Shatter the ice.
Allow relief to flood me.
I'm so over you.
I'm ready to forget.
Forgetting is hard.
I'm strong enough.
I need to tone my muscles.
I'm loosing grip.
I close my eyes.
You appear.
Free me please.
It's all I need.
Let got of my heart.
It's fluttering for freedom.
Maybe I'm not quite ready.
I can't let go of you.
I'm just not over you.
No matter what I do.
Someone new didn't work.
Time has yet to work.
My dreams bring you back.
How can one not dream?
Stop wandering into my thoughts.
You don't belong.
I refuse to die.
But you're memories kill.
They're killing me.

-Poster Girl

Blogging.

Blogging is nothing important.
It's just a rant of words.
I'm in need of ranting.
This will have no meaning.
It's a personal thing.

"Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambitions. I am
a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm
beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head. 'Cuz some
day you are gonna get hungry, and eat all of the words you just said.”

-Poster Girl