Your bad attitude all the boys loved feels more like insecurity.
I always thought I’d freak the fuck out if you left. More like: “oh okay.”
It seems you’re leaving for good. I can’t seem to care. Now that’s really good.
Moving on has been uneventful. No more than some unanswered texts.
I don’t want any part of what you’re offering. And that’s the best gift.
Yes, I loved you once and it’s wrong to compare, but he’s better than you.
My tears dried faster than your shriveled heart for me, expanded for her.
Friendship is not worth the reminder that for you I was not enough.
The dead air lifted. I breathed in – this time freely, the scent of cologne.
I loved not thinking about you so much that I kept falling for him.