Dear Maya,
A day after you broke up with him, you started talking to me. For a week we'd been spending time together so often. I had already gotten used to our frequent visits to Starbucks but I guess you hadn't because next Monday you walked into school holding his hands, grinning. Since then you ignored me like I didn't exist. It hurts. I need an explanation but I'm too much of a coward to face you. I won't be able to take your rejection. Should I still write 'Yours'? Honestly? I don't know.
Yours?
Drake.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
Poetry'After all she was the victim who declared war.' ©Sheila afb two thousand and fourteen
