Dear Ex-Lover,
A poem for you I have,
but the words are faded and the
ink is running leaving my poem scrambled.

Love.
Love? What is it? I thought I had it for you. But it seems my love was not enough to keep you with me.

Age.
Was age really that big of a problem? That big of a delay? I would’ve moved mountains for you, even at my age.

Jealousy,
Was it so bad that I was jealous? You had a line of girls wanting you, waiting for you! Begging for my scraps. If the roles had been reversed wouldn’t you have done the same?

Lies.
Did you really only tell me lies? I needed more from you! I told you the truth, I believed your lies and loved you for them.

Pleasure.
I was not your pleasure machine. Was that the only reason you wanted me? You made me feel used as if I was nothing. Was I nothing?

Freedom.
Do you want your freedom? Well I hope so because I’m letting you go and unchaining myself from you. I was like a caged bird trapped inside both of your hands, and I’m forcing you to open them so I can fly away.

My poem is scrambled
for you my ex-lover my words
are tear stained and the ink faded.