I’ve written about this before
A Long, Long time ago

I remember saying to myself the moment I met you
“This. This will be different. This will be good.”

And I remember the feeling of finally realizing I was over my last best friend

Deciding to leave

A full 7 years later

But I never expected this from you.

I never expected you to leave me in the dust
In the rain, beginning to rust

I wrote about her
In ways I hoped I would never write again
And you made me think I wouldn’t have to

But I should’ve known
The second I felt that pain in my chest

That I was done for
Doomed
Ready to fail

All over again.