I want to be over you

I am having a hard time moving on from you, and there was technically never a thing in the first place. I had to meet you Tuesday to get my dresser. You saw me and told me I looked sexy with my hair the way it was. As I was moving things around in my van to get the dresser in, you told me I have a nice ass. I said "full of compliments today, are we". You told me maybe 2 other times that I looked sexy today. I thanked you, got in my van and left. I called you way more often then I should. I had to meet you the next day to get the money you owed me. You met me in the morning, and told me I looked nice, but there was something that you were hiding from me. You told me that I needed to change my attitude, that I had gotten cocky. Didn't think that it could be because I don't like you being a player, huh? You asked me if I was coming to the wedding, and I shrugged my shoulders. Anyways, you still owe me money, and as soon as I get it, I am done with you. I don't want to call you, I don't want to text you, I don't want to do anything with you. You have lost interest in me, and that is becoming more and more apparent. I sent you a dirty text message last night, just to see if you would call me back. You were teaching your class last night, so I sent "I have been a naughty girl, mr d. I have been thinking dirty thoughts about you. I hope you can imagine me on my knees behind the podium". I thought, for sure, if you were still even remotely interested that you would call me when you got out of class. Nothing. Not a damn thing. I want to be over you in the worst possible way, but quitting you is like a bad habit. You like it to much but you know it is bad for you. I am trying to call you now, to find out when I can get my money, but you won't answer. You never do. You have stopped being there for me, even though you said you would be. You have stopped caring. Now that I have a place of my own, and a job lined up, you feel that you don't need to be there for me as much. You don't call me like you used to. I was the new toy for about 2 weeks, then once you had your way with me, that was it. I became another notch in your belt. You asked me if you could make love to me with the lights on, and I finally got over that fear, but once we did, it is like you lost interest. Did my body scare you off? That is why I don't have sex with the lights on in the first place. I know that I will be a lot better off once you are out of the picture, I just have to get there. I want to be there now, but I miss you too much right now to let go. It will happen soon. I promise. I am at that point where if I don't soon, you will, and I can't have that. I don't need you to leave. I need to leave.