Existentially Stuck

getting over you is the filler of my nowadays i surround my attention span with things to look forward to i still have a headache when telling myself it was not meant to be friends say i should forget the past, but they don't know how you move me when i commute to work, i tell myself that one day i will see you again accusations of harassment via email is a reality check that i choose to ignore i self-trance myself daydreaming of the taste of your flavor on my tongue again i am obsessed with the distant expression of you, but i was far closer to too far away i often wonder where you are and what you are doing i often think about who has your heart and who has your love i often wish that God would have done something with your heart and turned you back my way i often hope that one day you will find it in you to tell me why you hurt me so