By Heywood U. Cuddleme
I don’t understand
why I miss you so much.
Maybe it was the
cuddles
that we would sneak
out of the view of
judging eyes.
Or the looks we would
give each other
almost as if
we could read each other’s
mind.
But then
suddenly
you started to
care.
Less
and
less.
Almost as if
you were bored?
But it couldn’t end like that though, could it?
Yes.
And you were too afraid to
admit it.
To me?
Or to yourself?
Both?
You shattered me.
A part of me will always
break
a little inside
when I think of you.
But I don’t wish to reverse time.
I don’t wish to go back
and fix what you broke.
I don’t want what we had.
I want someone who cares for me
even when I don’t.
Editor: Renée Vazquez
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