Getting Over You Poem by Natalie Beers

There was no easy part of getting over you.
Your smile,
always radiant.
Your eyes,
beautiful and blue.
Your nose,
even though my friends call you big nose.
Your ears,
always ready to hear what I had to say.

The worst part to get over was your love for me.
You told me one day you loved me,
then 7 months later you left me.
What does love really mean?
Does it mean being committed only for a little while.
being faithful only for a little while,
being together only for a little while?
Tell me,
what does it mean...