It’s been a couple months.

The pictures are all gone.

But there's no delete button

For the pictures in my head.

Or the words that you said.

I’ve convinced myself that I’m over you.

Key word: convinced.

It’s hard accepting the fact that you deserve something better

When worst is all you’ve ever known.

Now I have a new girlfriend

Who’s telling me I’m not open enough with her.

And I’d like to take this time to write a letter to my future girlfriends.

Dear future girlfriends,

Do not fall in love with me

Unless you can stand the pain of losing me.

Us poets are known to break hearts unintentionally.

Dear future girlfriends,

Tell me I’m not being open one more time.

I reached down my throat, pulled out my heart,

Ringed all my passion into one person.

Countless days lost and countless nights of lost sleep

Wondering how she was and bettering myself for someone

Who wasn’t even worthy of a lesser version of my true form.

Forgive me if my secrets are a little shy now.

If you cheat on me

I will simply find a new you.

Because years of being lied to

Have taught me that

I am just as skilled at lying to myself.

I am not a lie detector.

I don’t need any extra practice in deciphering bullshit.

I’ve gotten fairly good at it.

And these past months of being single have taught me

That being lonely is not the worst thing you can be.

Do not throw your baggage on me

Unless you are willing to carry mines.

Step aside.

My arms are strong enough to carry them on their own.

Because they’ve been doing so since you got here.

I am tired of being the only one putting in effort.

I am tired of pushing our relationship uphill to see you

Sitting down putting your makeup on.

With the brake still down.

You are not a problem I would like to fix.

I dam sure don’t need anymore projects to work on.

If I want to fix something I will go and buy a damn puzzle.

And I’ve stopped putting those together years ago.