I think we're done.

I text you.

I im you.

I talk to you.

I shower gifts on you.

I always say goodnight to you.

I loved you.

What do I get in return?

Let’s see.

No texts. Idle messeges.

Hardly a sentence. No presents.

No actual goodnights. No love.

Why is it you that I chose to be my best friend?

The poison, the cold ice, the dying fire

I only ignore you to make it less harder on me for when I leave

Yes, I think it’s time.

I’m giving you up,

and I won’t regret it.

No, I certainly won’t regret it.

The End

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