I wrote a poem about being over myself because, more often than that, I am completely over myself.
I wish I could break up with myself
Delete my number
Unfollow my social accounts
Box up or burn every trinket
that holds too much significance(All of which I did
after my last heartbreak.
As if I didn’t have his number memorized.
As if I couldn’t still find him.
As if I couldn’t open the box.)
Read it here
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