Posted in love

Moving On

In waking moments

I wash my face

pull back my hair

and say I don’t need you

That I don’t need anyone

who treated me how you did

But when I sleep

you come back

covered in honey

holding me and kissing me

begging me to stay

And that’s how I know

I haven’t really moved on

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