Moving On

The last words seemed so harsh and cold.
I tried to be strong and bold.
But it all happened so wrong.
Now this time he's really gone.
I screwed up in so many ways.
I think about him each day.
He says really mean things.
My word seems to mean nothing.
Nothing's the same now.
I ask God "How?"
How could I let him slip?
I let my heart rip.
No matter what I see his face in my head.
Everything seems so dead.
I think of him when I look at the stars
Blinking in the night sky.
I know it's okay to cry.
I loved him with all my heart.
But it's ended and we are apart.
Maybe my love wasn't good enough.
Falling in love is unheard of.
Now he's on his own.
I feel so alone.
I tried so hard to tell myself to move on.
I don't want to accept the fact that he's gone.
He's living his life like I never existed.
I don't want that.
I want him to remember me before and after.
I want to hear his laughter.
He doesn't speak or hear my name.
Am I really that lame?
At night I gaze at the stars.
I feel like he's so far.
I miss his smile and his face.
I never want it to fade away.
I hate thinking of him with another girl.
I feel like I'm in a whirl.
I'm willing to do anything to get him off my mind.
I have nothing left to find.
I can get drunk or smoke or drug myself and I will still think of him.
All the lights in my life are dim.
He's the reason for everything.
But it all meant something.
He showed me what is was like to be loved.
He was my angel from above.
But he's gone,
and he's already moving on.