I'm Over You Now

im over you now
but who really cares.
its been a long time
since the akward stares
at the dead body between us
suspended on wire
like a funereal ad
that our hearts were killers for hire.

im over you now
but lets get this right
we both were wrong
we both caused the fight
no i dont want you back
no i dont love you still
all that i want
is to get over this hill

im over you now
but im not over you then
back when my presence
always made your grin
im not over my memories
my thoughts tie me down
the mere mention of you
now make me frown

i miss your smile
i miss your laugh
i miss your kisses
i miss the 18000 notes i got everyday
i miss getting in trouble in class for reading them all over and over
i miss writing 18000 notes back
i miss knowing that when i woke up that morning, someone not related to me cared.
i miss hearing someone whisper in my ear, "i love you too"
i miss checking my cell and seeing that you had called 14 times in 12 minutes, and left a sweet voicemail everytime.
i miss getting poems.
i miss writing poems.
i miss the security.
i miss who you used to be.
i miss being loved entirely.
i miss being loved exclusively.

But.

i dont miss you.

I'm over you now.

Okay, so this is kinda personal. I wrote this to prove a point, more to myself that to anyone else. I wasn't sure if I was really over RaChel. So I started with a list of things that I was sure i wasn't over. Things I knew I missed. And that list got expanded to the poem you see now. And as it turns out, I didn't miss her. Not one bit. Just the things that she was to me. Which led me to find out something about people in general. I don't think many of us ever really get attached to people. Think I'm wrong? Check the divorce rate in America right now. [swish] Count it! But I digress. I found that, we instead get attached to what those people mean to us. Women always fall for military men because they mean security, and strength, and big guns. Men do the same thing. They fall in love with girls who pay them no mind, because men yearn for mystery, they love a good chase, and everyone wants what they can't have.

So yeah. Think about that the next time you're 'in love' with someone. Do you love who they are, or do you love what they are?