Going Out

There’s a reason I’m always going out

And it’s not drink or put out.

I go out with hopes that the thought of you

Will leave me like you used to do.

Those thoughts that are constantly racing in my head,

They quickly subside until I get into bed.

Then the dreams roll in with the image

Of you running around my head like a scrimmage,

Taunting me and my heartbreak

That you caused without, what seems like, even a quake.

But while I’m out with my friends I don’t think of what we used to be,

I’m out thinking about, surprisingly, me.

I go out and I forget about when you left,

Or when I was laying around all depressed.

I tell myself no you see, this isn’t you

No matter what you’ve been through,

You’ll never let this happen again

Let heartbreak make you practically insane.

You are much more than that you tell yourself,

You are not just a book laying on a shelf,

Waiting to be picked up by the next.

You will not be vexed.

You will pull yourself together,

And live happily for what seems like a long time in forever.