poetry

Complications

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.

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