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.