The Month Long Project that I stopped after February like...10th?

Over,
Long gone.
You are called Voldemort by my friends.
I wish you were Voldemort,
because then you would
repulse me.
My tummy wouldn't flutter
when you smile.
We would be over,
long gone,
and done.
You're already a distant memory- I found someone new.
Maybe not as distant as I would hope you are,
[**Here is where I stopped, but I'm finishing it because I hate unfinished work**]
but distant nonetheless.
Don't think
you can just smile at me and say "Hey"
the next time you realise I don't text you anymore.
But wait-
you didn't notice anyways,
and I'm agitated to know-
you still can strike a chord in my heart.
You fluster me!
Stop it!
I can't be around you,
because I have to move on,
but how will I know if I have
if I just don't see you?
If you could just man up
and actually acknowledge that we were close to being friends
it would be so much easier
to be over you.


Yeah so I just typed that ending out in about a minute, basically word vomit, to quote Danielle.. :]