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You wanted to be better.
But you couldn’t be.
So I was instead.
I was better.
I was more forgiving.
More optimistic.
More kind.
And then you couldn’t get better.
***
Yet, you became better.
More forgiving.
More optimistic.
More kind.
Leaving me with the person
Who I always wished you to be.
Always wanted to run to.
Always wanted to hear the words,
“I love you” from.
And then you disappeared.
Dispersing into the ether.
***
I’m nostalgic for when you
Weren’t better.
Because maybe
This would be easier.
And I wouldn’t have
To be better
On my own.
***
The double edged sword
That abhorred familiarity
Played its last chord.
About the Creator
KB
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