I’ve heard, “stay away from people
who make you feel you are hard to love”.

I tell myself that, bringing to light the
things you did to make me feel that way.
It’s almost like I never knew you,
and I don’t know if I’m okay with that.
It was hard for me to write for you,
but now that you’re gone it comes so easily.

You asked me why I didn’t spill my guts
on pages for you,

and I have to ask myself
the same question. I’ve questioned everything
that has happened in the past year.
I tried to pick up the pieces, make it whole,
but it failed. What was I supposed to do?

I don’t love you anymore.