Moving On

I am hurt.

I was hurt

By you.

You did something

And to me

It wasn’t a game.

It wasn’t just a game.

But to you,

It was.

And maybe that’s why

You could move on.

The thing is

It stays with me.

There is no

Moving on.

Not for me.

I move,

but not past it.

Just forwards.

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