Poetry In My Dreams

A Break-up letter

I didn't mean what I wrote.

I needed to let you down.

It was my cowardice that filled these half-hearted truths where you were already hurt.

The supposed apology letter was written without containing a single "sorry."

It was only filled to the point of an overflow with excuses.

It was three masterfully written pages, stuffed with all the usual bullshit needed to end a relationship.

Lies stacked upon truths stacked upon lies, wrapped up with a thick layer of my insecurities.

It was my longwinded way of saying " it's not you. It's me.".

It was the fact that I didn't want to point fingers but I also suggested that I was pressured into "us".

It was the promise to stay friends that we both know is not true.

I didn't mean what I said, but I said it anyway.

We had to end. I couldn't stand it anymore.

At least I was never mean.

But alas, I had to make it a little longer.

It was the "don't feel obligated to respond" at the end that takes the cake.

For I really did want a response.

I just never wanted pressure.

It's that I never actually lied.

I only did it to make you feel better.

Unlike all that you had done for me.