jar of hearts (a poetry story)

last november

you would notice me in a crowd full of people

black friday last year,
i noticed you did

you knew i was there

you knew i was walking around,
and
i waited till it died down,
so i can see you and hear your voice

i walk by you and you don't look up like you used to

that's how i knew i wasn't shit to you anymore

i don't get double texts anymore from when i would ignore you

you don't call me pretty anymore

and that's what hurts the most,

cause i don't think i will ever see that side of you ever again

last november was the last time i saw the real you

last november