We may miss who we were,
but I won’t miss who we are.
We are nothing.
Never saw each other,
never hung out.
What’s the point.
I know I’m just a wavering flower,
peeling the petals
and regrowing time after time
but you, you’re the damage after an earthquake
each shake just as powerful as the last
and it goes on forever.
So yes, it’s good that we’re done.
I just wish it didn’t end like this.