You never wanted me

You enjoyed the idea of me that you had inside of your head

You thought I was someone who liked to cuddle and start conversations for no reason

You thought I was someone who knew what I was doing

I’m not

But I liked the way you played piano and sent me poems that reminded you of me

So when you called me heartless and cold, I didn’t disagree

When you moved on so quickly after we ended whatever we were

I watched complaisantly

She is everything I am not

She is affectionate and loud

She enjoys the piano and the poems more than I did

I wonder if you send her the same poems.

What are you looking for?