My Therapist Doesn'T Know Your Name
Every day I think I’m over you
But a passing memory reminds me
That I will never experience that love again
But I guess I should be grateful
Now the love I experience will be
Whole
Pure
I won’t lay in bed questioning if I’m enough
For you
It was easy to fake it
Though you said you didn’t
You loved me
Just not the same way you loved her
I’m slowly losing my mind
But at least my therapist doesn’t know your name
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