there is nothing poetic about it
we were terrible together
it hurts to see you being terrible without me.
you are of the world
an amalgamation of everything you said you hated
all the while you were full of envy.
i feel like i live in another dimension now
watching you through thick glass
there is fog on the window and i have to squint to see.
still i wonder
while we have grown into such different people
how far apart we can possibly be.
i found myself unable to describe it
i loved you so much harder than you loved me.