poetry loses its grandeur when you realize there isnt a single combination of words that can make someone come back.
its been 5 months, 3 days, and 16 hours since you left
and im still trying to figure out the reason why you abandoned me
I have this theory though, you see maybe I was more of a home than a person
and since you never had a permanent place to call home you ran
when you got comfortable.
my friends still ask me why I care and I say I dont and Im over you, and this, and everything
but then I find myself checking your horoscope before mine, hoping to find pieces of me in it.
Im starting to relate more to that old motel off highway 54, you know the one everyone drives by but never stops in to stay for a bit.
and I think thats when I realized poetry loses its grandeur when there isnt a single combination of words that could have made you love me back.