You won’t even look at me.
You said we were fine, there were no hard feelings,
but you won’t even look at me.
You said you wanted me to talk to you,
but you don’t make any attempt.
You said we’re fine, but I know I messed that up.
And I know if I asked you’d still say we’re fine,
but I know if I asked you would destroy me again.
If you talked to me you would destroy me again.
If you looked at me you would destroy me again.
So I guess I’m glad you don’t.
Poetry
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This poem is so subtly heartbreaking; it just creates an image of a rift for me, along with all the issues of bridging it. I really enjoyed the hardness and surety of how you wrote, because that’s really how this experience feels when you go through it in life.