Moving on

Moving on An open wound he left on me a scar that can never heal six years still holding on six years? this shit is so wrong i move on with him, him and him but in each i find a piece of 'him' but they never last because they never compare to my past I want to not remember that smile or the steady the gaze of his eyes I can't keep inflicting these wounds I want to move on, and soon so I say goodbye to p.b, i'm finally done officially moving on.