For My Ex

It was like I was writing our story with a dull pencil. While trying to fix the mistakes I realized that the point had run out and you didn't feel like giving me the sharpener. Without a point I stopped writing.

It was like I was writing our story with a broken hand. I couldn't finish fixing the mistakes because it hurt so much. You wouldn't help me because you felt like I wasn't doing enough.

It was like I was writing our story with no glasses. I couldn't see what was being written until you told me what I was writing. It wasn't the story you wanted.

It was like I was writing our story by myself. We had made so many mistakes while writing it we both slowly gave up but then I said screw it and kept going.

While I was writing our story you started making your own. You didn't want to accept that you had made so many mistakes when you were writing ours so you got mad at me for trying to fix them.

While writing our story my point ran out, my hand kept hurting and I was so blind but I kept going. I kept going because I felt like there was a happy ending to the story. Turns out the happy ending wasn't with you.

I was writing my story now. You were just a chapter. Not even the climax of the story. You were just a chapter that I was happy to finish writing.

I'll be writing my story when I met someone new. They will love me unconditionally and they won't be like you.