Moving On

I’m not immune to pain. Years of heartbreak. again, and again. Rejection and lack of attention. I used to think I was too needy; I gave you space I didn’t complain. I tried to be your best friend.

Was it really that hard to love me? Was it my attitude, was I too demanding?

You had me so confused. I would feel like a fool.

It hurt me. The nights alone and wanted affection. Were filled with loneliness and disappointment.

Always wondering where your mind was at, I could never guess what you were thinking. You left me so empty.

I felt so empty, tired. Uninspired. Saddened, insecure. That’s what you did. But you refused to see. Now you regret the change. Things are not the same. I’m over you. I’m moving on. And it feels good.