Move On
Even though it ended as bad as it did,
I refuse to let myself remember how bad it really was,
But instead I remember the way you were
When I fell in love with you,
When you were caring,
When you were loving,
When I truly loved you,
Even if that person wasn't really you,
That's the person I choose to remember,
The person I choose to long for,
The person that I chose to love,
And that's the person that blinded me,
And kept me from leaving so many times,
And even though in the end the real you showed through,
I can't let the real you desecrate my perception of love,
And the way love should be,
I can no longer hold onto the past,
Or that person,
Because I have to look towards tomorrow,
And not look back at yesterday.
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