They say I'll get over you.
Yet when I see you my heart still skips a beat. My palms sweat and I have inhumane need to kiss you. When I see you I picture what we could of have.
You messed me up but I still can't stop loving you, needing you, depending on you; and everyone tells me.
Your get over it.
But how can I get over someone like you?
Define perfection it would be you.
Beauty is in the eye I'd the beholder and you gave my eye.
Will I ever get over you? Or the spell you put on me to keep me stuck to you like glue?
I love you so deeply.
But why don't you love me to?
But I can't make you love me if you don't.
I can't make you feel something you won't.
But I will still wish you would love me too.
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