I and you, and you and me and together we, can be another lovely ending. But forever we are severed. It's not fair, it's just better. But I don't like it past November. It's been cold and I remember, when  we were forever. I don't like it. We could never ever be together. So I am writing you this letter. But that's not me, I don't hate thee in fact I think your kinda lovely. It's okay that I don't like you. I'm just a lot happier when I'm with you. Sorry I can't send this, it's between me and me, so you will never, ever see. This poetry, for me