A lot of time has elapsed now, and I think about you when I pass you in the street, when you're working and I'm shopping at the supermarket, when I see you on my Instagram feed.
You don't cross my mind without these prompts.
I thought I held only warm memories, but now they hurt. I'm beginning to avoid these prompts.
We shared a kiss once, your first kiss. It was in that period of utter confusion, when you claimed you loved me, and I suddenly realised I could never love you like that again.
My on-again, off-again friend. My sometimes whisper of romance, otherwise preoccupied player. An individual that, despite everything we had been through, had fast tracked his way to the closest circle of friends I had ever had.
I'm sorry, Andy. I'm sorry that I couldn't love you anymore when you finally begun to love me.
And I'm sorry I had to lose you over that.
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Poems and Other Shit
PoetryA collection of poems, short stories and journal entries about finding myself in a whirlwind environment of heartache, heart break and rejection. Some are creative, most are true and very real. Each entry reflects something deep, personal and raw...
