Moving on was like building a home.
Only for you to burn it down and for me to get out of the house struggling to survive.
For me to find a new home.

Moving on was like swimming in the ocean and getting caught in a wave.
Each time I tried to swim out further, I got pulled back to shore.
back to where I started.
Like my heart was afraid of what was out there.

Moving on was like hitting a hard concrete from a 2 story building
it sure didn’t **** me, but it ******* hurt.