Anytime now.

I say I don’t like you anymore.

I say I’ve moved on, I say I sleep better and my dark circles have gone.

I say I look forward to my day, I’m ready to live and love and laugh again.

I don’t think I’ve realised how long it’s been.

It was better when I couldn’t see you, when I didn’t need to.

I say I’ve grown and matured to realise that waiting behind a closed door won’t open it for me, when I closed it myself with no one inside the room.

I say I stopped questioning anything, I stopped trying to read the expression you make when you see me as you pass through your day.

I like to think I’m not there. That you see right through me instead.

Because why do you look at me with so much feeling in your eyes one moment, only to not look my way again for the rest of the day?

No, no. I say I don’t think or question or look at anything you do because what does it matter to me?

It shouldn’t.

It doesn’t.

I say I don't care if you ever speak to me again.

I say I don't look for you in a room, that I don't notice when you leave, that I don't wonder if you saw me before you turned away.

I say it enough to start believing it too.

And maybe I do. Maybe there’s nothing left to feel, and I’m only holding on to the memory of what it felt like to feel something for you.

Maybe I just have to look at you enough times until you become ordinary to me again.

Or maybe not.

I don’t know.

And I guess until then,

I say I don’t like you anymore.