Or so I Thought

Just Friends

‘Read me a poem, you’re so good…’

If only you had known how to read,
you never would have left that night.
But you’re a riddler, and riddlers can only rhyme.

This happened long ago— these words I’ve poeticized.

‘Does it hurt you still?’  You questioned.
No. I lied.

Numbers & Lines [Mr. Logical]

I guess we’re breaking apart—

Oddly, I don’t care.

I don’t feel much.