I'm not going to think about her
I'm not going to think about her again
I'm not going to think about her
I'm not going to think about how we met
I'm not going to think about she dyed her hair red
I'm not going to think about her beautiful blue eyes
I'm not going to think about how we always layed on the ground and looked at the skies
I'm not going to think about how her favorite color was red
I'm not going to think about how i would be there whenever she would fall
I'm not going to think about how we always used to hang by the lake
I'm not going to think about how i always used to send her goodnight messages
I'm not going to think about how she liked Curly Wurlys
I'm not going to think about how we would always make out in movies
I'm not going to think about her again
I'm not going to think about her again
I'm not going to think about her again
I'm not going to think about how i went to her house some Wednesday nights, but i don't go over anymore so i think she got someone else to go over.
A contest entry
- Impact... by Maybe.I.Am.Broken..
510 points, ended August 27, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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This totally describes the internal conflict haunting the mind of the broken-hearted. "I won't think about it. I won't think about it." And in telling yourself not to think about it, you're making yourself think about it. And then the memories come rushing back! And you're like "No! No! Get back! I'm moving on, remember?" And then you know you've already been replaced. They've forgotten you, and yet you still can't even manage to get them out of your head! You feel so utterly pathetic and attempt to brainwash yourself once more.
Trust me, I know the feeling!
Great job with this poem.
<3 Erin -
Madness of the mind
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