I lost you in the air. I just let go and you flew away. Goodbye piece of paper, good thing nothing was written on you anyway. Hello past, the truth has finally come to now and then-so paper thin. I knew you before you knew me and now all I know is what we used to be. So clean a plate and fine the font, your bold hypothetical typewriting punches into me, "I vow never to love again." If I'd have known this then, never would I have gone for the win. Because to win in your game is to lose my own. I've conformed to be wanted, owned and now loaned. Before you decide to give in, know that I want us to end. You broke my heart this time,
sincerely,
the wind.
