After he broke my heart. 

I began to write about him. 


I wrote and I wrote,

and I wrote. 

And I described him in the 

purest way possible.


A hurricane. 

A drug.

My universe.

My vice. 


But now that I've moved on,

I don't see him like that anymore.


He wasn't anything above the ordinary.

He was just a boy.


A boy who didn't want to be with me,

and that's that.


- I hope you realize this someday 



  • Author: kbreinich (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2017 22:20
  • Category: Reflection
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  • charlesbarrett

    Great piece! The evolution of your feelings came across very clearly. Hind sight is 20/20. Glad you were able to move past this boy and see him for who he was. Thanks for sharing.

  • burning-embers

    Great piece of work. Compact succinct. I wish more could be so economic.

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