Moved on

I Know i should have moved on,
and maybe i have,
But it still hurts,
Stings,
and kills me,
When i see things fall apart.

There hasn't been a spark,
at least not for a while,
and even when there was,
i was kidding myself,
you were kidding yourself,
it was a joke,
it was false,
to think we could ever have something,
when we are so far apart,
like two different galaxies,
with different planets,
made from different clouds of dust,
formed from something so alien,
so unique,
so unlike the other.

But i think i always liked the feeling,
The support,
The reassurance,
Knowing there was someone out there who cared,
someone who would tell me its OK,
and that i was beautiful inside and out,
that i was special,
lovely,
treasured.

And i hate it when they hurt you,
They play you,
and they trick you,
I hate it when i stand aside and watch,
as they manipulate you,
and make you feel bad,
hurt you,
crush you.

I wish i could pull those days back,
When we shared those words of comfort,
when we were always talking,
always sharing,
always supporting,
always there.

I guess i should of moved on,
maybe i have,
But it hurts so bad to be alone,
to feel the cold,
the emptiness,
to hear the echo of my voice,
and no one answers,
because no ones here to hear me,
no ones here to hear.........