sjsprWriting

If you’re reading this it’s too late.

Too late to call me back.

Too late to tell me you love me.

Too late to think we could keep this lie going.

Living an illusion, seeing how far we could keep it alive,

but we need to move on.

Turn the page and get away.

I realized what we had was no good.

Our relationship has changed,

that, or it never existed.