"Funny how I delete you
Off of every social website I have,
But I can't bring myself to stop reading
Those beautiful poems all about you.
Even though I read them and I think of us,
And it makes my heart hurt even worse.
I really should put down my phone,
But this poem... is this about us?
It's a habit now that I must break.
Move to a new groove and dig it deep
But our story feels unfinished,
And those poems... are you about to break?
It's not like it's something that's easy.
Just to stop hearing your beautiful stories.
It's like music flows into words,
And it makes my life feel so good. So easy.
I can't help but listen to one more chapter.
And then one after that, and that, and that.
This poem sounds like the love we shared.
Beautiful, even if we've moved to the next chapter.
So I'm sorry that I keep making myself known.
It's just as hard for me, I'm sure.
But it's a habit that I can't shake.
If only four years ago I'd have known."
-c. e.
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PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
