Two weeks it's been since formal severance

Two weeks I've been an emotional fool

I'm trying to forget you in silence

But all I've done is draw you fish in pool

The drawing is a gift I cannot give

For you might think I try to get you back.

This social chess I hate to have to live.

This apathy from contact with you lack.

Not apathy, but jealousy and brood

And anger, anguish, memories and such.

It's silly, I can't drown my thoughts in food

I'm silly. You're my first. I feel too much.

I guess it's good I won't see you again.

Have fun with your new good future girlfriend.