To: Nicholas Corbet
From: Your barely functioning (ex)girlfriendfuck.
From over a year of spending all my time with you, you've left me...
it's a decision you made because I brought up the fact that we should depart...
it's not fair
these statements I make in my poetry of what I use to cope with
my eyes were blind, my speech hesitated
I do forgive and forget but apparently that's something you don't do
The way things ended was awkward and inside me I felt like it could be repaired
I do believe there was a timeframe for either me or you to communicate and potentially save something
and now that I'm writing this, it has been five months for me to move on, understand, and cope
my moments are still heavy, especially when it's deep at night and you don't accept your own emotions.
The way that you have moved on is threatening to me and where is that dumbfound me
but I will always have love for you even if what you're doing now or who you're with now
it won't change and this is something I've learned that the person you love you will always have love for if it was real
YOU ARE READING
Not Fair
PoetryA sub-poetry book/ slam poetry book of tales of my life. A story and forever a sequel of time. A legend. Sometimes no poetry at all, just forward.