Moving On

I get bored and think I'm langston hughes lol wrote this a while back, don't know why I'm just now posting it check it out... I never wanted to but I have to, moving on...unfortunately without you. Time passed and I didn't want to let go, it was pictures still in my phone and voicemails I left alone. A love that was so divine has gone so wrong. How is it days go by and you don't ring my phone, I call and feel like I'm bugging so I'll just leave you alone. Hurt in my heart brings me to question your own. Do you feel how I'm feeling? Hurt how I'd hurt? Or was i love you just a phrase you would blurt. Not truly knowing the facts I can only go off assumptions...all that time has got to stand for somethin. Its been 3 days and I haven't heard your voice, not a text, not a chirp so I write and it hurts..."am i that easily forgotten" cause your damn sure not. I sit in my room just me and my thoughts..."how is she? does she miss me? I wanna call but I'll be damned if she diss me" these questions asked frequently, until I sat down and had a real conversation with the "inner" me "yo you did all you could do, tried to treat her like a queen, yeah i know you thought she was the woman of your dreams, yeah i see your hurt but it aint as bad as it seems, thank god for the memories and neglect the bad dreams, and remember how this felt so it can no longer be said that you, David Benjamin Thomas "did that same shit to me" so with that being said, let your mind get some rest..unfortunately this came to defrost that ice box in your chest