I'm moving on... and if I feel the need to cry, it will not be for the heart ache you've made, but for not we might have, not for the regrets that I have nor of the anger that I felt, but I will cry because of the love that I was never able to share, with the one guy I fell for.
I will cry for the love that was lost, and not for the guy who left.
I am moving on. I'll try to wake up in the morning and smile and think not of why you left, but that once you stayed. No, don't try to reason with me, this is too much... I will try not to think of you, but when I wake up in the morning I ask myself if somehow you are also awake.
I have my own life to lead and my own life to think of.
No, I won't even think of you while I'm eating my breakfast wondering if you're doing the same thing, because sooner or later I know you will.
No, never again will I go to the comfort room and lock myself in, just to have some privacy to sadly think of you, cry or do some foolish things because of you.
I've had enough. I'll try to hold back the tears when I think of you. I'll just try to smile. And no, never will I again think of you last, when I go to sleep. Sleep is my only rest, so please don't plague me in my dreams.
I will give my affections to any guy who is in need of it, but not my heart because I still am trying to get it back from you. I will give him the love that you never wanted, the kiss that I so longed to give you and the words that once was yours. Worthy or not worthy of it, at least he's here, you're not.
I am moving on, hoping that the next thing would be letting go.