Over It

My Broken Heart

My eyes still well up

not because I’m sad

that it is over,

but I’m mad that

it ever happened.

I never had you;

I sold my heart

to someone that

wasn’t in the

market to buy.

Oh the plans we

made for a future

together now

stripped away

from existence.

It will be long

before I can say

I am over it when

the rug was pulled

from underfoot.

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