Letting Go and Moving On
It used to be every single time I saw you it hurt me like hell. Now the pain died down a little. I don't think of you as much as I did. All we are now is strangers with a past. I want to know if it's the way for you or if you don't care about me anymore. Our bridge has burned, I am going my way and you went yours. I'm not completely over you yet, but one day I will. Because people who had a stronger relationship than us and got married and had kids and when the other person died, the one living eventually moved on. We grew apart although we weren't that close to being with. A part of me still wants you back, but I'm smarter than that. You pretend to be everything I wanted. You were just a bitch who hurt me repeatedly and played the victim. I realize now that things weren't going to work out. The pain I feel isn't truly a loss of you, it's a lost of want. I stepped off the emotional roller coaster and almost got killed on the fall. But I survived and I'm getting stronger. I don't need your shit. I just wish we didn't burn down in flames, but sometimes you got to burn. I'm finally learning to put myself first and love myself. And I'm okay with us being strangers again.