Him

kbreinich

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

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Comments +

charlesbarrett July 23rd, 2017 22:53
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 July 24th, 2017 00:00
Great piece of work. Compact succinct. I wish more could be so economic.

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