Don’t flatter yourself thinking I still love you
just because my poems are still about you.
I will write until my breath runs out and if I’m
writing about you it only means you never listened
to me when I had something to say.
Don’t feed your ego thinking I still need you and
miss you because I don’t. I just miss having
someone to hug at night. I miss the habit and not you.
I need someone who won’t give up when the going
gets rough and that someone is not you.
Don’t. Just don’t.