i blocked you. you blocked me.
i gave up,
i reminded myself to
get over you.
and i did. i did it well.
you aren't the boy on my mind,
even though you still have the same features
that i used to love.
stop it, joey.
okay.
i'm over you.
the thing is, the one day you broke up with me
you wanted to stay friends.
and part of me wants to.
part of me doesn't.
i want to talk,
civilly.
on both parts, myself included.
i'm sorry.
i hope you are too.
i hope you're happy
with your boyfriend.
i hope he treats you well
and you two will fall in love
something that we never got to do.
maybe you don't think of me as your ex.
maybe you never talked about me to your friends.
maybe you didn't stick up for me when a friend misgendered me.
because that's what i did,
but all for you.
i think it was fate,
that brought us together.
and then fate left it to us to decide
would we reject it and fuck everything up?
or be what we could have been
romance or not,
we could have been so good together.
as friends.
because as you put it,
"our friendship is killer"
and honestly i could never hate you.
no matter how many scars on my thighs
that's not because of hate.
maybe it was fate
maybe we can fix this
maybe i still love you
just differently. the way you loved me.
different.
that's why it all fell apart.
-jb
a/n: gonna maybe start a new book!!! also, the tattoos in the photo are by yours truly on my dear friend (actually the subject of sunflower, my first poetry book) and u can't see them that well and i used new ink so it bled but uh yeah!!
