Foolishly

I’m getting over you; I’m working on it.

I got this girl’s number; I’m working on it.

My hand was on her waist for half an hour last night; I’m working on it.

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I have only been able to think of you since, thinking about how I wish it was you, how I wish you wanted my hand there still; I’m working on it.

the polaroid you put in my carhartt two months ago is still there; i’m pretending i don’t know about it.

that’s my reminder that you loved me once.

foolishly, that’s my hope that one day you will again.