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Click hereYou took my hand,
And showed me the way,
It was so easy loving you.
My red-rimmed eyes,
Look back at me in the mirror,
This is what you reduced me to,
I don’t just want you I need you.
I close my eyes,
But images linger,
Of us,
We were so happy,
Then I learnt the truth,
It wasn’t just you and I.
I think of the time we had together,
And now I wonder how long?
You never said and I never asked,
I didn’t want to know,
You told me you loved me,
Did you tell her that too?
Applying my make-up,
My hands shake,
I don’t need you,
I’m moving on,
Well that’s what I tell myself,
Maybe one day I’ll believe it.
If this is really how you are feeling i can 100%sypathise, I've done the looking in the mirror, and wrote about it.
I've seen the images of my past etched inside my eyelids -"I’m moving on, Well that’s what I tell myself, Maybe one day I’ll believe it." you will but for the time being its giving you your inspiration - treasure that as a positive loved the poem and at least you know why you have to move on!
I no longer need you. Moving on is a better way ~ now to convince myself. Poignantly sad and loving.