Moving On . . .

So I am sitting here thinking about if I really did love you
Perhaps it was simply the idea of you
I was captivated by the thought of companionship
Infatuated with the thought of a committed relationship
I took the dangling bait
Of having found my perfect mate
And ran with it
Maybe I told myself that I'll do all I can with it
And eventually the love will ring true
But naw, I realize that I did love you
Nevertheless, that was then and this is now
And I heard this woman describe how
When we get wounded we tend to nurse it
And then when it should all be over we rehearse it
We keep rehashing the situation, hurting ourselves with the memories
We keep reenacting it, furthering our miseries
When we need to just surrender to the past and let it go
Stop fighting it, let the battle scars heal and show
Let them fade and disappear
Stop picking at the scabs out of fear
That we'll forget the pain and get hurt again
So now, after loves subsequent bitterness has come to an end
I am ready now
To figure out how
To accept that I will never be your wife
And move on with my life
And the first step to that
Is doing just that
Moving on