Time does not heal all wounds,
It softens the blow
That hit you so many years ago.

And you think its supposed to hurt less, But it doesn't.
It just hurts less often.

Because life gets in the way,
And even though your feet are nailed in all the places that he held you,
You have to move forward.

And you tell yourself over and over again
That it never meant anything to him,

And you know he never loved you
But *******, you wish he could have.

And you can't think about it too often or for too long, because you've spent all this time trying to forget that your heart breaks every time you remember how you are infinitely...

nothing to him.

That you do not cross his mind like you crossed your fingers
when you told yourself you didn't love him.

And maybe you didn't love him,
But *******, you could have.

And after all this time, you think you're supposed to feel whole again,
You think moving on is supposed to be different,

You think maybe it means something, cause you've been stuck for so long,
But you ignore that your hands are bleeding
from holding on.

Because you tell yourself that, time will heal these wounds.