I hate the posts that insistsomeone may be secretly in love with you.
Don’t dizzy your head worrying aboutwho may or may not be in love with you,worry about if you’re in love with yourself.
Part of me gets really overly-embarressed about typos because yes I know how to spell
but the other part doesn’t give a flying fig.
Incase you haven’t noticed I’m horrid at keeping up with multiple social media websites
So much changes in a year.
My bed is a lot emptier
and my heart is a lot fuller.
I laugh a little easier
and cry a lot less.
I am no longer afraid
of bared arms in hot summers
or sweat dripping down my thighs.
I always knew
you would be the first to leave.
I saw you
marking your exit
months before you finally
sipped liquid courage
and walked away.
Feeling a little straight-laced and tongue-tied.