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Closed Text Book
It’s over!
It’s Done!
Why does his name linger?
So bitter
I hate him
I hate his tongue.
Bright lies, and fashion designs.
The seams of brown which contour his body.
His ways and demeanor which will never change.
That “I love you” from another woman-- that will always stay in my mind.
That I love you, like a razor to my most vital organ.
That total disregard, as if I was never his lover.
That total breakdown of my self esteem, because my love wasn’t enough.
My total unwillingness to open my eyes to anyone else, because love, it was the fairytale I desired.
He is my closed text book.
Like the book from my Math 101, It stays in my room. It collects dust, and when I think of “math” I think about how much I hate it.
I think about how much tears and heartache math has brought me.
I wish I could find English, my one true love.
That girl, the one I don’t even know.
The one who he spent so much time with, the one who he choose over me.
It’s something I cannot face, it’s something I cannot accept; it’s clear rejection.
Math & love failed me more than once, but here I am thinking about them.
Love, crosses my mind too often.
That girl, that woman, she is so significant. Almost as significant as him.
His lies, and brown wardrobe, and features which stayed with me during our darkness.
How can the book be closed, if you weren’t finished reading it?
Romeo.
Romeo.
