Moving On

While I stopped having dreams of you, 

It gave me assurance that the tears 

Which always dares to stream my cheek,

Could not just be past memories but they would be bleak,

For you once called me 'weak' 

So you could execute your repulsive tricks

Alas! That was your exit to seek another freak-- like you.

Now, let's be truthful,

I have no reason to be “full of regrets”

So you don't expect me to fret 

When I wasn't the problem - don't get it twisted 

Either way,

This is my proof

That the girl you called 'weak'

Gets stronger by every coming week.

"I knew you weren't the one,

But, I still split myself into two, for you"

Well, it is time to move on to something that is true.