it's been a while

"read my book with the boring ending,
a short story of a lonely guy..." blink182.


Dear ex-boyfriend,

If I could give red to someone,
I would give it to the ex.
Not a candy apple
i-miss-you
kind of red,
but a crimson
splattered
across the canvas of my
regrets
kind of red.
Because regretting is sometimes
easier than accepting
what you don’t want to
remember in the first place.