This is a poem for you. Maybe it’s for you as well, and maybe you also. Or maybe it’s just for you. Whoever it’s for, I hope you understand and I hope you are well. – Catie
today I thought about you.
Some days it hurts,
but today it didn’t.
We haven’t talked in a while
and I don’t know if it’s your fault or mine.
I’ve lost track of whose winning this round.
I’m not saying that I forgive you,
because the wound still seems fresh most days,
and I’m not saying I’m sorry
because I’m still stubborn as hell.
and I hope you are, too.