at our very core, we were artists.

little notes app pulls; poems or whatever

At our core,

we were artists.

Not even lovers,

but creative muses

sharing our passion.

i.r.

<3

You’re still ruining me. 8,9,10 years later,

but is it really you that did this? Should I blame myself?

Who is responsible for ruining me?

i.r.

<3

I probably should’ve blocked you

before I deleted your number.

To let that be the last time.

Although, It’s possible you won’t reach out either,

and we’ll have broken the cycle—

after who knows how many rotations.

I’d actually be surprised if you ever called

with the way that I left it.

I burned that bridge like I always have.

i.r.