By Heywood U. Cuddleme

 

I don’t understand

why I miss you so much.

Maybe it was the

cuddles

that we would sneak

out of the view of

judging eyes.

Or the looks we would

give each other

almost as if

we could read each other’s

mind.

But then

suddenly

you started to

care.

Less

and

less.

Almost as if

you were bored?

But it couldn’t end like that though, could it?

Yes.

And you were too afraid to

admit it.

To me?

Or to yourself?

Both?

You shattered me.

A part of me will always

break

a little inside

when I think of you.

But I don’t wish to reverse time.

I don’t wish to go back

and fix what you broke.

I don’t want what we had.

I want someone who cares for me

even when I don’t.

Editor: Renée Vazquez