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Je Suis Désolé

I haven't been putting sheets on my bed.

I've been sleeping on the bare mattress because I feel like it's all I deserve.

It's easier to pack up and move away if you don't leave traces of you even ever being there.

Besides, the only thing I think of when I see the sheets on my bed is how I could look over at you and I'd see you looking right back at me and you'd say something under your breath.

I don't think about you like that anymore,

I don't think about how you once were the forever, the ending, the inevitability of a settling down,

But now all you are is a photo album in my phone that I don't even look at anymore,

but I don't delete the photos either,

although it'd be easier,

although it'd help me forget you,

I can't bring myself to erase the photos of you staring out the windows of a car,

the photo I took of you when you left the first time.

I can still remember how I cried for the first time in a while,

how I told you I wanted to make you happy.

You can't even be happy alone, and you can't accept love.

You were made to wander I guess,

I was meant to backpack along the shoulder blades and freckle on your wrist.

I was never meant to stay,

Just to constantly road map the ideals of you, your body, and the clock on my phone that's always reminding me that you're always just a half an hour too far away for me to reach.

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