meaningless

I need to get the fuck over you.
I don't know how or if there's a sure way.
You obviously mean more to me than I mean to you.
All I am are little notes and cards on the wall, decorations for your small room.

Seven months of believing and convincing that your actions meant something but progressed into nothing.
Now I sport this haircut, constantly reminding myself of you.
I brush my fingers through it and flashes of your face appear, quick and temporary.

It doesn't linger because a moment didn't translate.
A gesture didn't change anything.
We both remain passive, only you say these words rooted in reactions but you take it back so quickly.

Everything is losing meaning and value.
I'm only giving it meaning
when I'm sure it's all meaningless to you.

07-2015