Moving On

You came up to me

to simply say

one simple thing.

Not to look your way.

 

You told me to move on,

when I thought you were gone.

You told me not to stay,

when it had already been that way.

 

I moved on

I guess you thought not

I told you I was strong

but you thought I was wrong.

 

You didn’t know

I already moved on.

You didn’t know

that in my heart, you were gone.

 

You want to act like

I’m still heart-broken.

You want to act like

I’m still sore and broken.

 

I’m sorry to tell you

but I’m not.

In my eyes

you could rot.