Crack

I thought I could handle it, I thought I was at the upper hand, I thought I’ve finally moved on.
I thought I was finally free from all these bullshit.
I was actually doing a pretty good job y’know, of hiding the feeling deep down in my heart.
I managed to mend almost all the cracks, all the memories, and prevented them from escaping.
I was finally enjoying life without you, I was actually happy.
I didn’t expect the feeling to come back and eat it up so soon, but I guess I was wrong.
Once I saw you, the feeling came rushing back to me like as if it has never left.
It was like I was back to square one, back to feeling miserable.
Why? I don’t want to continue liking you anymore, I just want to forget you.
It’s harder than I thought. Just what do I see in you? I honestly don’t know.
I just know that I’m still not over you.