Stop thinking about him.
Stop re-reading your old messages.
Stop considering stopping by at his place.
He’ll be with her,
He’ll be with the one girl,
You want to hate more than anything,
Because she has what you had.
It’s okay to miss him,
Because he was part of your life,
But don’t miss him enough to stay,
Don’t miss him so much,
You can’t be without him.
Consider yourself lucky for the memories,
But don’t make new ones with him.
Stop thinking he’ll come around.
Stop hoping for a morning text from him.
Stop wishing for him to realize what he had.
He’s not going to realize.
He’s not going to come running back to you.
And I know it hurts.
I’ve been there,
But now you gotta do,
What I did.
Don’t move on to the next guy,
Don’t move on and then come back here.
Move on to you,
And treat yourself right.
Move on to a better life,
An independent life of your own.
A life without him in it.
Don’t think he’ll come back,
mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you