I keep trying to get over but I keep tripping.

Falling heads over heels right back where I

started, looking into your eyes.

I’m laying in bed staring at the ceiling counting

each little popcorn pebble trying to convince

myself, my heart, that I am better off with out

you.

My eyes shift continuing to count and then I see

you starting back at me an image in my ceiling.

I blink and then you’re gone.

If only it was that easy to erase you from my

heart.

But you keep reoccurring like a bad dream,

a sweet dream one I’d like to hold on to.

I keep reaching out to you within my heart deep

in my soul though I know you’ve already left me.

I keep trying to get over you but I keep tripping

and I keep reaching out to what was never really

there.