I've Moved On

I wake up in the morning tired from sleepless nights, dreaming about you, and hold myself while I think about all the good times. But I’ve moved on.

It’s been 16 days. I’ve talked to new guys, trying to fill the void you left behind. But I’ve moved on.

I stare at the mirror where we took photos, laughing in each other’s arms until we cried. But I’ve moved on.

I open the door where we spent hours saying goodbye for the hundredth time, neither of us wanting to leave. But I’ve moved on.

Folding my clothes that you once wore, I pull them to my face, trying to remember the way you smelled. But I’ve moved on.

I place the ring on my finger, the one that promised eternity, only to feel the scar you left behind. But I’ve moved on.

I stare into my own eyes, the ones you once called pretty. Now they tell a story that ended far too abruptly. But I’ve moved on.

I stare at the stars we once named, tracing them with my fingers until I grow dizzy. But I’ve moved on.

I lay in the bed where we once made love, reaching for a side that’s no longer yours. But I’ve moved on.

I scroll through photos of us smiling, the kind of love people spend their whole lives searching for, the kind you gave up on. But I’ve moved on.

I replay every conversation, every silence, every word I wish I had said, wondering if maybe you would have stayed. But I’ve moved on.

I speak to you as if you’re a stranger, pretending years of memories never happened. But I’ve moved on.

I stare into your eyes as they stare back cold, distant, and angry. But I’ve moved on.

You were my everything, and now you’re my nothing.

Now I move on away from you, and back to me

To the girl who loved hard, a kind of love that's beautiful.

The kind of love you no longer deserve.

I’ve moved on.