How I managed to move on past a rough end. |
I'm kind of okay, now that you've gone astray, I'm seeing better days without your deceitful ways, I'm moving on, slowly but surely, moment by moment yet I wish I could squeeze my hands around your throat and choke it. I still have ample hatred built up inside of me, waiting for that one day, when you'll finally see how much pain you made me endure. how many nights I spent crying every ounce of tears possible, how many times I thought it'd be easier if I weren't around. However each day, my head is being held a little higher, no weight on my shoulders. I bet you're regretting every argument we had, every harsh thing you said, but you'll never have me back, you'll never have the comfort of me by your side never will you have me again. Do me a favor, get the thoughts out of your head. I can never love you like I had, knowing the truth behind each lie you said. The pet names and constant attention are what I'll miss the most, it's sad, but as for everything else we were never even that close. I hate to say it, but I think I regret the whole relationship, the 13 month fling. After we ended, I waited for you every waking second. I waited for my phone to ring. When it finally did, you were too little too late. You wouldn't shut the fuck up. Kept on saying we were meant to be, we were fate. It's a bunch of shit, because I'm happier without you. I can't begin to describe this new chapter in my life, with you gone. Not every day is peaches, but it's closer to peaches than it's ever been. I'm happy to say that I'm no longer with you, kind of cramped my style you know? Maybe that's kind of low, but oh well. I'm just glad to be done. |