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How It Always Ends

Updated: Feb 10, 2022

I’m sorry my love,

I cannot go through it again.

I cannot feel that many feelings.

No,

I’m not strong,

or brave enough.


I’ll live in the memories of you.

Maybe that’s as close to love as I get for a while.

If so,

then that’s okay with me.


You deserve someone who has more courage

then I do.


I’ll stay in,

with my books

and my poetry

and try not to see you again.


Now is not the time to reconnect

Now isn’t our moment

Now is just now,

and it’ll pass,

just like I will,

just like you will.


We forget

that all love stories

end in

loss.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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