The insides of my eyelids are imprinted your photo because everytime I shut them I see you. It's been hard to let go mainly because you'd become my life.
You moved on fast and easy, and now, it's up to me to do the same.
I know I would hate it to love you again.
Maybe am just scared to be lonely Scared to love again.
Not really a poem. I didn't have someone to talk to, so hp is my closest friend. I have to move on.