I don’t even want to write this,
But I can’t get you off my mind.
Not you, but the concept of “What if?”
Occupies my last thoughts most nights.
You weren’t even that special,
In a strictly logical sense.
You were only the first guy to like me back;
That’s a pretty low bar, no offense.
Regardless, I still really liked you
I didn’t want to end what we had.
Victims of forces beyond our control,
I was too scared to bridge the gap.
I know I’m the one who ended it,
That this is all self-inflicted.
I wanted my closure and got it,
So why do I still feel conflicted?
I’m pretty sure I’m just lonely
And being liked back felt nice,
But don’t think for a second I’m desperate
And would date any cute single guy.
I’m really only writing this poem
Because, like I told you before,
Writing helps me contain the thoughts
I don’t want to think anymore.
So this is your official notice;
You’re finally being evicted.
We had a good run while it lasted.
Don’t be shy to come back and visit.
Sometimes life isn’t fair. I’m often shifting how I feel about this experience. Sometimes I’d rather it hadn’t happened, but other times I’m grateful for it. Sometimes I feel upset that it didn’t work out, but other times I laugh at the sheer humor of the situation. I don’t think there is a right answer. The more I think about it, the more I change my mind, so I’d rather just not think about it.
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