It gets easier right? One day I will wake up And the feelings will be gone. I will open my eyes slowly And when I blink I will be over you. This sadness will dispense. I won't hang over every text. I will not give two shits about <i>What your tweet really means.</i> My heart won't leap into my throat When someone asks me how you are doing? If I have talked to you? If I am over you yet? Yet is the key word there. They assume it will just a faze. My glassy eyes will turn sharp once more. The bags under my eyes will disappear. The wit you loved about me will return. Loved. That's also a key word. You stopped loving me. You gave up on me. Why can't I do the same thing? What masochistic part of me Wants to keep holding on to you? To us? You moved on. I struggle to take the next step.

But it gets better. I won't have to take deep breaths to be okay. I will be okay. I keep telling myself that Till that is true.