things would be so much easier,
had we ended on bad terms.
i would resent you instead of
missing you.
your name would make my
stomach turn instead of drop.
if we ended things badly,
i wouldn't have the urge to call.
i'd rather we fight instead of sit in
this long term silence.
there wouldn't be an urge to go back,
instead a reason to move on.
it's so hard ending things.
especially on good terms.
YOU ARE READING
poems of a failed situationship
Poetryat the end of the day, whatever this was, wasn't meant to last
