I still get the urge sometimes
To understand you.

And I still get the feeling
That I never really knew you.

I still don't understand
What it was I saw in you,
What I've only ever seen in you.

I still don't know
Why I stayed beside you,
Why I held myself so far behind you.

I still wonder who you thought I was
In the beginning.
Who I became in the end...
In your eyes.

I still can't help but question,
At times,
Whether the fault lies with you,
Or with me.

I still miss you,
Sometimes,
When I'm feeling lonely.

More than anything,
I still love you.
But don't mistake me,
I'm over you.