Hey you! know that I’m done grieving for you. My rosary beads are worn out and my pillowcase is soaked of everything that could have been. You were the biggest hype in my 21 year old self’s life, now, you can just become a betamax. That way I really can’t remember you because I’ve never seen one.
You were Dark Knight
You were playwrights
You were long drives
You were my zodiac sign
You were true
You were the one
Love never felt so good then but this time around, I want a love that feels right.
If you ever read this, please don’t let yourself dwell or turn soft; it will only make you want to ask the “What ifs” and force the sorry out of you. Don’t come back, I won’t be there anymore. When you left, I stayed. And eventually, I walked away too.
Today, you’re fiction. And I, gone.