I try to avoid the phone lately.
Because what’s the use of being connected.
When there’s been no connection for so long.



I get cut off by the frequent I love you’s.



Love you.



I think you used a highlighter that night.
To point out every mistake.



Sharpie.



Just to scribble out everything that made sense.



I’d rather not make sense to you.
Than not understand myself.



I gave up trying years ago.
What’s the point of trying.



When you try so hard for someone and all they do is walk away.



Removal.




Of a pseudo heart that had no feeling in the first place.



Beats.I thought you were the one. To beat.



Realization.




Of another uninspiring drum.



Glad.



To know everything from unread letters.
And a blank stationary.



That I was just another one of your overused.



I love you’s.



But just know.



That a caged bird that I once was.





Is finally free.

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