You've Read This Before

I painted your name on the sky.

That’s what I’ve told you and that’s what you’ve heard a hundred times.

I don’t believe it anymore.

We weren’t anything special.

Just two people, on a collision course, with collateral damage waiting in the wings.

All the notes and cards and letters I wrote to you, you’ve read them all before.

They’re nothing new.

I thought we were something greater than ourselves.

Like puzzle pieces being smashed together by a child

We were two halves that fit together, but not in the right way.

So I am tired of this.

I am tired of the sullen silences.

I am tired of the bickering.

I am tired of knowing that we have forgotten how to love.

Most of all, I am tired of you.

You've left a crater in my spirit.

An empty, hollow void that has kept me broken.

Leave me.

Because the only thing that feels real to me

Is my desire for you to be out of my life.