When the heart betrays

Move on?

He left, and with him he took
the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
and anything inside me that might've been good.

I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sickness, where you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I've known it pretty often, too often.

I may think of you
From time to time
But..
I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

They tell you, you'll forget how it used to be. You'll get used to it, that it's better to move on. They don't realize you can't. You're not the same person anymore.