Coward
I wrote about you before.
You and your maybes.
Everything about you making me so dam unsure of myself.
Yet also so sure?
I was delusional.
Idealistic.
Overtly hopeful.
I thought those inboxes meant something more.
I thought that for some stupid reason I was special?
But then I turn around.
And you’ve ran to someone else.
What a coward.
I’m sorry, it’s the truth.
You are nothing but a coward.
But… who cares?
I certainly don’t.
You can go about doing whatever.
I think everything I thought of came through.
And man, I can’t wait for that 10 year reunion.
Not because I want to see YOU.
But because I want to SEE you.
Because you may go around and round all of us.
But one thing remains clear.
Nothing will come of it.
Because of what you are.
And because of everything that can be.
Good luck!
As for me, I am enlightened.
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