I’m sad about you again,

but all I can do is write.

the stupid poems that you don’t deserve and endless letters that you’ll never read.

I’m sad about you again,

but I’ve exhausted everyone around me with this rerun.

I’ve lost track of how many times you’ve left me feeling this way.

I’m sad about you again,

but more sad about me.

For adoring you more than I ever did myself.

-z.d.