letter to a past love

(Imagine, you are in my audience as I perform my spoken poem)

A letter to a past love,

I Know we don't talk and that was on me I hurt you for not loving me long enough, if at all. You seemed happy, but like me in every other relationship I have been in, it faded. Except with you, it wasn't gradually, you know not texting as often or fewer quirky smiles, more so an instant thing, literally the night before, we were laying on the grass looking at the stars, a few kisses, and random observations and it was the end of the night, I went home thinking it was still alright! I am still fucked up, I AM TRYING TO HOLD BACK BUT I NEVER GOT TO YELL ABOUT IT, I never got to tell you how broken I was after that, how broken I still am..... I loved you, I never loved anyone before that. But I never got to cry about it, I had to hide my heart in the smallest shoe box on the highest shelf. I painted on a hopeful face and stuck with it. The worst part being I still loved you, maybe I still do. I am broken and it sucks, but honestly, what hurts the most is you still ask about what I am doing with my life to my best friend. Now I know we don't talk, maybe this is why....