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End.

End.

Is this love,
Or is it leftover lust
From a long dead
And often mourned
Relationship?
I can’t read you anymore
Like I did,
Like I used to,
Like an open book
With an unexpected
Ending.
I don’t even want to use that word
Anymore.
It’s obvious that it meant so little,
Even when you meant so much…
Even when I thought I meant so much.
You’re selfish,
Or maybe I’m selfish…
At least far from selfless
With no sense of self…
It’s just so senseless
To feel this
Sensory overload
When it all amounts to nothing
With this unexpected
Ending.