Moving on

You kept knocking on a door I never opened,

Hoping I’d light a spark I never meant to save for you.

I kept handing out my matches to strangers,

Letting them burn bright while you stayed turning blue.

You waited in the corner like a promise I forgot,

While I chased every flash that wasn’t you —

And I told myself you’d never move,

Like you were glued to my shadow.

But you finally packed up all that patience,

Left the key on the table like a warning flare.

And now you’re running toward someone who actually wants you,

Someone who doesn’t ration out her warmth like currency.

I thought you’d orbit me forever out of habit,

But you cut the tether clean tonight.

Guess I learned too late that silence has a price —

And you’re done paying mine.

I kept you on the shelf like a trophy I never earned,

Dusting you off only when I needed to feel adored.

You kept asking for a flame I never offered,

While I lit bonfires for men who never stayed the night.

You were steady as a heartbeat I ignored,

A rhythm I refused to dance to —

And I swore you’d never walk away,

But you finally proved me wrong.

You traded all my half‑truths for someone’s open door,

And I can’t blame you for wanting more.

Now you’re running toward someone who actually wants you,

Someone who doesn’t treat affection like a chore.

I thought you’d orbit me forever out of habit,

But you cut the tether clean tonight.

Guess I learned too late that silence has a price —

And you’re done paying mine.

I never meant to starve you of the things you asked for,

I just never felt that hunger when I looked your way.

But watching you glow in someone else’s atmosphere

Hits harder than anything I ever let you say.

Maybe I should’ve tried,

Maybe I should’ve cared —

But “maybe” doesn’t matter now you’re gone.

You’re running toward someone who actually wants you,

Someone who doesn’t make you beg for light.

I thought you’d orbit me forever out of habit,

But you cut the tether clean tonight.

And I’m left staring at the space you used to fill —

A vacancy I built myself.