Moving On

Losing you was hard. Moving on was harder.

I’ve spent the last two months chasing you around in my head

I wish you’d find the exit because I’d rather be left with silence then the sound of your voice

But I don’t have a choice

So I’ll just avoid the seed you left planted in me even though I can feel it growing in between my teeth

It makes it hard to speak and hard to breathe when your roots have buried themselves so deep

 

I’ve spent the last two months chasing you around my bed

Because your hair is still on my pillow case and I can’t get myself to brush it away

The smell of you still lingers in the spaces between my fingers

And the sheets now sting where you used to bring your love

Now when I turn off the light it’s a fight with the left and right side

So I sleep in the middle to avoid the riddles you left on the ceiling

 

I’m peeling off the colors that you painted but I’m finding that what’s beneath is tainted

Now I’m coloring over the blue with black and placing tacks where you used to place your back

When we were skin to skin, you threw my bible to the ground and showed my tongue how to sin

And when we were drowning in the sheets, my limbs forgot how to swim

 

Eventually I’ll stop chasing you and I’ll forget the color of blue that these walls were

And I will have learned that it’s better to burn this house down then to keep your memories around

And eventually I’ll leave this town and head out east, out to the beach

Where I can see for miles and miles and leave you with your bleach blonde hair

But I don’t care because moving on is easier

Then letting my broken heart care