Stop

When was the day I stopped thinking about you?
Like, thinking about you like I used to.
Looking back now, you were always on my mind.
All the freaking time.
I know I said that I would never write another poem about you.
But here I am doing exactly that.
It used to be that I would wonder what my life would be like with you.
But now it's that I'm glad you left me.
I look now and I see that I was being silly.
I've been through a lot of shit in the past year and a half...
Has it really been that long?
I guess I was finally able to let my life go on.
Since I left my mom and got cleaned up
things have gotten a whole lot better.