Moving on..

I don't want to love like I'm needy ever again, 

blowing up your phone cause I miss you

depending on your call to make my day

because yesterday you called me on it.

in only the way you could with that simple cold look

you began to say 'your delusional when you talk about us like we're still making it work"

before that word hit me I remember feeling the ultimate calm like the love was seeping through

my pores or maybe I haven't felt the pain thanks god for the Novocaine, and if it wasn't for the

years I've gave you...if it wasn't for pillow talk after we made love. I would question why god ever made you..

my "I thought our love was strong" was just sex to you. and I let you do whatever you wanted to..I let you play me like a fool. It's all on me if you ever need me you won't find me waiting around for you or any other man! you can catch me letting go you can catch me...moving on.