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.