Writing is odd at times, at least for me

It’s personal, yet strangely distant

I’m much pickier with my partners than I used to be

And when it comes to my original work, I work alone

Your style is very different than mine

So I can’t call you a rival.

It would be a waste of time

To compare an apple with an orange

We now walk different paths

And you seemed to be doing great after you pushed me away

You made it clear a long time ago, that you didn’t want me in your life

In your eyes, I had no real talent or drive.

Why else did you ping-pong for so long until you finally left?

Do you enjoy digging up things that were better left alone?

You are walking a dangerous path, and you say you want a new partner

What about your life at college? The one you left me behind for?

Do you actually think that you’d remember me once you’ve gone?

Writing is sacred to me, it always has been.

It’s just as sacred as marriage if not more so.

You could even say they go hand in hand.

I was tossed aside once, I won’t be again

A Friend…

A Lover…

A life-long partner…

Can you really travel down that road?

I gave everything I had,

In order to gain this priceless gift.

Though I too want someone to share this with,

I can’t just risk it over an endless broken dream.

The only one I still wish to this day had come true.