I’m glad. I may actually be happy. The realization that my thoughts are rid of you was exactly what I needed to pull myself out of this slump.

The fluttering feeling,

the sweat in my palms

those lovesick eyes

are naught; they are gone.

Anxiety building,

stabs that are felt,

when you talk about her

no longer exist.

It’s only proper,

For me to forget

Those joyful feelings

And pangs of regret

You were already taken

No chance to escape

From your beloved

You yearn for every day

Eyes swerve

No thumping of the heart

Covetous desire

Extinguished, cannot start

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A/N: I know I haven't been updating lately. I'm really sorry. I'm kind of in a slump. There's no longer any motivation for anything.

Give me some time. I'll probably get back to writing once I get back to myself. 

Sorry, this isn't really a story.