Writing What Is Me

Summer Love/Fall Heartbreak

I thought about writing you a letter but then I figured, “what is the point?”

I thought about calling you but your voice just tends to disappoint.

I thought about us but that term no longer applies.

You were the best thing I ever had but really that is a lie.

I thought about waiting for you but you were never worth the wait.

I remember feeling as though this moment was it but it was a trick of the heart.

I was everything that you ever needed but then I retreated.

Those moments were meaningless-false entities in time.


I love you still.


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