I guess I need to remember that we are young
And most young love ends like that.
Sometimes I forget that love's supposed to end.

It's funny how your needs wane when my needs wax
Or at least stay the same. In stasis.
I still prefer just us two.
I understand that you're the opposite. Your needs wane.

And I still want you twice a day. I guess those needs wane for you too.

This isn't a poem. This is just a break-up letter, before it happens.
You seem to like preparation.

I wonder if you'll still read these.
I wonder if you'll still talk to me.
I wonder if I'll still want you to.

Since I was young I assumed I'd be alone. It wasn't something I thought about. It just always seemed the way of the world. I was always fine with it.

I'd rather be with you
But you say young love ends like this.
I say-
It doesn't have to.