Move
MOVE
On,
because I am better than he.
On,
because it couldn't have been real.
On,
because I accepted less than I deserve.
On,
because I ignored the clues.
On,
because he was blind to,
my worth,
my ability to love deeply,
my sweetness.
On,
because it's over.
It's over, it's over.
I'll take a deep breath of acceptance,
and move on.
Copyright © George Calabrese | Year Posted 2021
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