You gave up on me
and any imagined, future concept of we
see in reality, our breakup wasn’t the end you thought it would be
it was months before I considered infidelity
even though we didn’t belong to each other
at least not really
but it felt different then,
when the forever us was still a possibility
and now that we don’t talk I can’t actually say I’m worry free
instead i’ll say its hard as fuck letting go of what we could be
if not lovers then friends?
instead you’re closer to enemy
is that really necessary?
I mean all I did was tell you, you weren’t ready
but instead of contemplating our potential
we soon became history
I hadn’t given up on you yet
when you gave up on me.

Thinking Time/Closure

You slipped my mind
But only for a time
But when I get more of it
It always seems you become more relevant
Like, what are you doing?
Think of me?
Are you screwing?
Not so much jealousy
Just an innate tendency
To be consumed with the intimacy of something that once was
I swear I tried you like some drugs
You were the first, but thought I could get a taste instead’a caught up
In love
Wrong answer
Got stuck with it like a cancer
Broke dancer
And i need to get away
Steady thinking of what to say
Or if to say?
See I haven’t talked to you in so long
My pride is getting strong and keeping me away
But between me and my thoughts
I really need some closure
I need to finally say that it’s over.
It’s over?