Moving On - Poem by Biscuit Collection
I’ve come to the point where I knew I had to move on. I had to somehow find a way to let go of the memories… of things past. At this very moment, I feel not a thing… inside, I still hurt knowing I could let go of the memories, but never the love I still have for him.
I hope I could somehow forget… I hope I could somehow let go… I hope and pray that somehow, I could stop the hurting.
I doubt the day would come when I won’t be thinking of him… I doubt of the day when I won’t be hurting at the mere thought of him. But nevertheless, I shall move on.
I’ve mastered the art of pretending. My mind and my heart has numbed from it. And although tired and weary, I knew it must go on. ‘Coz this… this is what’s meant for me… nothing matters now.
I would not stop the tears from falling. I’d let them dropp until they’d run out. The sleepless nights would never cease. But it doesn’t matter. I shall move on.
My love would remain unrequited… denied. But nonetheless, go on. In my silence, I’d attest how much I‘ve hurt. In my silence, I’d keep the questions, the uncertainties, the voices, and the misery. In my silence, I’d be telling him how much I loved. Let my silence say it all for me.
I don’t matter. Nothing else matters now. Let things unsaid be left as is. Let things undone be left so.
Not one would know the truth behind the pretensions. Not one would know the pain behind my laughter. Not one would ever know the love I chose to hold back.
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