Moving On...

My wounds are seething...
My lungs struggle to remain breathing...
My heart continues to break...
I'm not sure how much more I can take...

Hearing your voice is like a knife,
Slowly taking my life,
Talking to you is like putting salt
On open wounds, it's all my fault.

I know loving you is a crime,
But I can't hate you all the time...
I want so badly to be over you,
But for some reason, I'm not ready to.

I don't want to think of you before I go to sleep,
I don't want you to be the reason I weep.
I don't want to remember how you made me feel,
I wish I could forget you were real.

I don't want people to hear me cry,
While I think of how we said good-bye.
I want to pretend that it seems
Our relationship was just a series of bad dreams.

I don't want our memories to fade away.
But I don't want to think of them every day.
I want to erase you from my mind
and leave all this behind...

*tell me whatcha think! i promise to return the favor!