passing magic

and we move on

he talked about how
he was not
good enough or
worth it or
meant to be

but i beg
to differ

or
rather,

i talked about how
he
was

i talked about how
he was
reckless and
how his company was
cathartic and
how he was
always on my
mind,
whispering the smallest of
comforts
through to my
dreadfully apparent
depravity

and now i talk about how
i am

i talk about how
i am
trying and
grasping for someone's
affection;
i talk about how
i am
running from something
that isn't even
chasing me
i talk about how
i am
sobbing and wishing and
begging for
what i
could not
cannot
will not
have

i talk about how i loved
like the sky was falling.

but it was not;
and nor was he for me.