Read me

of all the things I wish I could tell you
maybe this is the most simple,
maybe the fact that I cannot hide it
behind flowery phrases 
also makes it the hardest to let escape 
from this old mouth, forever a graveyard
where love letters go to die.
maybe I am not ready to hear my own voice
say the words because for so long
they would not have been true
and that is why this is a whole poem
instead of just saying:  I no longer love you.

- but I did. our own terribly short forever || O.L.
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