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We may have forgotten
Some memories,
     But we cannot
          Unlove.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
BUT YOU ARE A WRITER
AND YOUR HEART DOESNT
FEEL THE WAY YOU WANT IT TOO
AND YOUR MIND DOESNT
WORK IN ONE SPECIFIC WAY
AND YOUR MOUTH DOESNT
SAY ALL THE RIGHT WORDS
THOUGH YOUR HAND SPEAKS
THEM FOR YOU
BUT YOU,
ARE A WRITER
I'm not used to hearing things
that make my heart beat fast
and my legs shake.
I'm not used to getting calls
unless it's 3 a.m.
and someone just needs to vent.
But man would I answer in
a heartbeat just so I can hear your voice
even when I just want to sleep.
isn't it weird
how you can go from being everything
to nothing in the blink of an ignored text message

you can talk for months straight
maybe even years
about everything and nothing

you can know more about each other
than anyone has ever known before

and then one day
one of you decides it's enough
and you stop replying
and you stop trying
and it's just over

no words to break it off
no heartfelt goodbyes

just a bunch of broken promises
stories that will never find their endings

it's just cut off
and you go on with your lives

never bothered to look back
So, this is fate.
It is not what I thought it would be.
I must say,
I never understood it,
but now,
I understand even less.
So, this is fate.
I don't like it.
I explained.
You understood.
We reconciled.
For the most understanding man on earth <3
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