it's almost as if everything is just a
reminder of what we used to be.
every song i hear,
every book i read,
the shows and movies i watch.
everything is just a painful reminder.
a reminder of what we had,
what we could've had.
reminders of where i went wrong,
where we went wrong.
even these words are a reminder that
there is no we.
YOU ARE READING
poems of a failed situationship
Poetryat the end of the day, whatever this was, wasn't meant to last
