I am certain I am over you.

On a normal Thursday afternoon

driving home from school

Music loud, windows down.

I wake up with smiles on my face. 

More than ready for the day. 

Not left wondering how many more ways 

you could possibly walk away.

But before you know it. 

It’s midnight

And I’m stuck between

not being able to decide whether or not to swallow my pride 

And just say what I want to say

But I can’t help but think of all the ways you’ve already walked away.

So I say nothing.

How can I be certain I’m so past you

when my mind always brings me back to you.

But, 

I say nothing.