A. Granheim Photography/2016/San Pedro Cabrillo Beach CA

I don’t write about you anymore. 
Instead I write about him. 
I don’t think about you anymore.
Instead I focus on me.

I don’t care about you anymore,
I don’t care about your stupid dreams,
your love for the sea,
your feelings about me,
who you have become,
who we could be.

I don’t want to talk to you anymore,
not for a second, a minute, a week.
Its been two years now, 
another couple of years won’t matter to me.

I don’t need you in my life anymore. 
I don’t need you to see me,
for who I have become,
not for who I used to be.

It is your loss,
it is your own personal tragedy,
I would have been your friend forever,
had your back in a heartbeat,
helped you out of any jam,
but I can’t do that anymore.

I don’t write about you anymore.
Not at all. 
My heart doesn’t need you anymore.
Its too broken to fall, 
for you and these foolish games,

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