When I said that I was moving on, I didn’t really mean it.
I wasn’t ready to tell people
My parents
My friends
That we were over.
I don't know why you said you didn’t love me,
Because I hadn’t done anything wrong.
I think in the end, you were just bored
And I was over it,
Tired of being sorry for things I wasn’t actually sorry for.
Three months of on again off again ********
And yet, when you saw me with him,
You weren’t ready to move on.
You wanted me back. Or love back.
And I think that shows,
That neither of us were moving on.
I’m not moving on, after all.
And that might be my biggest mistake yet.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
When I said that I was moving on, I didn’t really mean it.
I wasn’t ready to tell people
My parents
My friends
That we were over.
I don't know why you said you didn’t love me,
Because I hadn’t done anything wrong.
I think in the end, you were just bored
And I was over it,
Tired of being sorry for things I wasn’t actually sorry for.
Three months of on again off again ********
And yet, when you saw me with him,
You weren’t ready to move on.
You wanted me back. Or love back.
And I think that shows,
That neither of us were moving on.
I’m not moving on, after all.
And that might be my biggest mistake yet.
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