I was discovering jazz
In my bedroom, I finally understood it
Finally put the pieces together
The twisted mosaic of emotions and confusions, which certainly confiscated my summer plans, had completed itself
You called me later that morning
I remember my windows were open
Birds chirping
Light shinning rays into my sheets
Your voice was familiar
I found comfort and disgust in that voice
You rambled about your extensive experience with the Florida Everglades- exceeding my expectations about your exposure to the outside world
You never called the ocean from your coastline
You talk like nothing happened
I expected that much
What seemed like a catch up was really a disguise
You had plotted a particularly pensive plan on your peaceful journey and needed a guiltless getaway from it
Your petulance drove yourself insane
I grew used to it, even when I shouldn’t have
When it happened the world turned- tuned to a different tempo
The very matter of my vendetta vanished from my stomach
I remember the hallways
Your haunting hollow heart beating and aching loudly throughout them
You’re were so obsessed and now you’re just obnoxious about opposing expressive opinions
It’s not my fault your plan was to hurt me
You did it perfectly
Performing the perfect portrait of a professional prune
Calling anyone who’d listen up to your tall tower
Riding their high horses they called us thick thieves and slender brained
I knew what we were
And I knew what you and I were
You disappeared
I stepped outside when you stopped my party
You gave me a letter which reminded me of the last one you wrote to me
You wrote with pure hatred and a knowledge of lies and curated scenes from a movie never made nor shown
I read that letter against my better judgment, ripped it up, and threw it into the trash can by the river
I couldn’t throw it away in my house
Or at my school
Or anywhere I visit regularly
This time, when presented with a letter of better intention, I threw it away
Sealed, it sat at the bottom of my garbage can, outside, in the cold
I liked it that way
I knew what was in it anyway
You flirted with my old fling- my old flame and my even older fire
You showed him around me
“How can she do that?” We questioned
You two didn’t last long
After you graduated the both of you imploded
He said you had too much petulance
I bet that voice was familiar
You found comfort and disgust in that voice
While at open house I wrote on a computer
The same computer that remembered your initials from a week ago
Congratulations! You finally caught up to me!
Only by coincidence could you ever come close to competing with me
Still, my stinger bled
Uncomfortable with your proximity
I guess you should experience something new for once
The ocean never calls from the coastline
My friend showed me your new life
I didn’t need that
I just stopped talking about you and now someone brings you up
I used to believe I’d never stop
That you’d always linger in every conversation
But silently one day, you disappeared
For good.
A short reminder set this in motion
I needed you, you needed me
We don’t need that anymore
I’d like to say I wish you the best but deep down I know the definition of a lie
I don’t think about you
Especially not the person you used to be
The person I loved
But when I do
I can’t help but think about when I’m not going to remember
But I remember
I remember discovering jazz
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
I was discovering jazz
In my bedroom, I finally understood it
Finally put the pieces together
The twisted mosaic of emotions and confusions, which certainly confiscated my summer plans, had completed itself
You called me later that morning
I remember my windows were open
Birds chirping
Light shinning rays into my sheets
Your voice was familiar
I found comfort and disgust in that voice
You rambled about your extensive experience with the Florida Everglades- exceeding my expectations about your exposure to the outside world
You never called the ocean from your coastline
You talk like nothing happened
I expected that much
What seemed like a catch up was really a disguise
You had plotted a particularly pensive plan on your peaceful journey and needed a guiltless getaway from it
Your petulance drove yourself insane
I grew used to it, even when I shouldn’t have
When it happened the world turned- tuned to a different tempo
The very matter of my vendetta vanished from my stomach
I remember the hallways
Your haunting hollow heart beating and aching loudly throughout them
You’re were so obsessed and now you’re just obnoxious about opposing expressive opinions
It’s not my fault your plan was to hurt me
You did it perfectly
Performing the perfect portrait of a professional prune
Calling anyone who’d listen up to your tall tower
Riding their high horses they called us thick thieves and slender brained
I knew what we were
And I knew what you and I were
You disappeared
I stepped outside when you stopped my party
You gave me a letter which reminded me of the last one you wrote to me
You wrote with pure hatred and a knowledge of lies and curated scenes from a movie never made nor shown
I read that letter against my better judgment, ripped it up, and threw it into the trash can by the river
I couldn’t throw it away in my house
Or at my school
Or anywhere I visit regularly
This time, when presented with a letter of better intention, I threw it away
Sealed, it sat at the bottom of my garbage can, outside, in the cold
I liked it that way
I knew what was in it anyway
You flirted with my old fling- my old flame and my even older fire
You showed him around me
“How can she do that?” We questioned
You two didn’t last long
After you graduated the both of you imploded
He said you had too much petulance
I bet that voice was familiar
You found comfort and disgust in that voice
While at open house I wrote on a computer
The same computer that remembered your initials from a week ago
Congratulations! You finally caught up to me!
Only by coincidence could you ever come close to competing with me
Still, my stinger bled
Uncomfortable with your proximity
I guess you should experience something new for once
The ocean never calls from the coastline
My friend showed me your new life
I didn’t need that
I just stopped talking about you and now someone brings you up
I used to believe I’d never stop
That you’d always linger in every conversation
But silently one day, you disappeared
For good.
A short reminder set this in motion
I needed you, you needed me
We don’t need that anymore
I’d like to say I wish you the best but deep down I know the definition of a lie
I don’t think about you
Especially not the person you used to be
The person I loved
But when I do
I can’t help but think about when I’m not going to remember
But I remember
I remember discovering jazz
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