(no subject)
I'm writing
this letter to tell you.
I don't love you anymore.
I don't miss you.
I never have.
The truth is, I
tried, but never found
your adoration
anything other than arduous,
your niceties cliched,
your praise thoughtless,
and it has become
unbearably obvious
that you love me with
all the originality
of romance novels;
the manly man weakening
the luscious flower.
But do not be sad,
nothing is lost,
neither of us loved
the other truly--
you only thought you did
and i only wanted to.