Empty

I've gotten over a lot of things
but, getting over you is going to
take some time to do
what am I suppose to do
with all these pent up feelings
and ink drops running through 
me like black tea
I'm actually sitting in a blue chair
asking myself, over and over
how can it be over
when I can't get over
loving you
mad at myself coz, I do
I din't see it coming
I should've took off running
before I could, you took
my heart and left me
without a thought of ever
asking for it back