Could you refrain from pointless text messages
that force me to politely respond
when all i want to do is pour out my thoughts
about how you really need to move on
because you've already been replaced with a boy who has more freckles than you do
and who doesn't have a constant need to be dominant.
Could you please stop smiling at me in the hallway like we are still friends
because we aren't and no matter what you convince yourself
you will never convince me that we were anything but an experiment
to see if two people could really spend the same day of every week
at the same time
doing the same thing
and fall in love within the limits
of our parents
and the answer is no its not possible
and you can't convince me that its love
despite how many times those 3 words escaped my mouth
i will not let myself believe that your everlasting need for competition
and my constant shrinking is what love is
and that the fact that whenever i see you i get irritated
is what happens when two people stop loving each other.
I don't believe that thats even possible
and if love is truly one person growing and the other shrinking
one falling in love even more and the other suffocating in resentment
then i want nothing to do with it.