what we have may call us more than friends,
but i don't think we should ever pretend
as if things weren't going solid.
at this point we both know
that deep down below
the surface, we're cracking.
a passion this strong wasn't meant to last
and i'm starting to see now that it's no different than what i've done in the past.
it's a trying and tough game.
time hasn't been wasted because it was a learning opportunity for myself.
hopefully it was the same for yourself.
the good has come to go.
if it comes, let it. if it goes, let it
like all great things in my life, i know i'll spend time on the floor looking for what was wrong, even though it's probably something i know all along. i wanted to be there for you, to be sturdy and strong, but it's not something i can do for very long.
you were my favorite and i wish things didn't have to end, but it's no good for us looking for answers over the weekend.
maybe it's because we don't see each other enough and we grew too dependent on the physicalities, instead of trying to find the commonalities.
in conclusion, i know i'll miss you. hopefully your hair finally goes to green from blue, like you always wanted it to.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
