Get out. Thanks.

I must confess,
That I can't get you out of my head,
This stupid test,
Makes me feel sick of myself.

Just go away, and live your happy ending,
Which I have no part of; Who am I to you?
I have yet to cross the boundary,
To becoming a good and trusted friend,
Yet alone a close and beloved companion,
I am far from that destination.

Oh how my heart breaks,
For I know I could never know you,
As I wish I could,
But I've only known you a year,
How could I expect something from nothing.

Foolish girl!
Don't drown your mind in nonsense,
And just move on already.
The better days will come,
When seeing him just brings the joy of a friend,
With no sorrow of a heart that was once to him lent.

I hope I never write of you again,
But I cannot be so sure.
Just get out of here,
Get out of my mind.
Thanks.