I just realised, subconsciously I’ve collected all the love and misses I have for you.
In my dreams you tried to explain to me why you did what you did. In my dreams you are devastated.
I couldn’t find it within me to forgive you for everything you did. You left me alone dealing with the aftermath. You cowardly ran.
Whenever I saw your picture I asked myself why do I ever ended up with you. The far less, the least, unqualified among all.
When I saw your picture I’m glad you no longer call me yours.
As I wouldn’t call you mine.