A Part of Me

Every time I see you, those feelings and memories seem to take control of me.

No matter how much I truly don't like you anymore, my heart still skips a beat once you come to speak to me.

I can't control what I say once you come my way.

And I'm over you by now, but somehow a part of me will always love you it seems.

When I look in your eyes I see fire and determination.

Which reminds me of why I was so infatuated.

I do miss you sometimes like the sweet and nice moments we tried to hide from others eyes.

I still have an urge to squeeze you tight and don't let go.

But I'm constantly reminding myself your not mine to hold.

I still love you as a person, but I'm not in love with you.

If you were more like I wanted you to be you'll be a dream come true.

Maybe I just wish you weren't looking for that one thing.

Not because of my body or things, but because when you think of the perfect women you think of me.