I had lunch with you today and you are so fascinating, your mind so gorgeous. I am the sun this afternoon, you left me glowing and I am sitting at a bench looking out onto the light filled quad listening to the new La Dispute, drowning in the poetry that I want to become.
- "Leave Your Texts And Voicemails Elsewhere (Six Word Story)" - Nishat Ahmed
This is bullshit, you can’t do this to me. You go over the ocean somewhere else and I worked so hard to just leave you there, and I’ve met someone who’s really on the same wavelength as me. And even though she’s out of my league I feel so much less smothered by my emotions, and it’s so nice to feel for someone else without always equating it to you in some way.
But then you somehow just know and slip back to me all these lines about how you miss me and no, fuck that. No. You’re my best friend, I loved you, but I deserve better than to be baited back to you over and over again.
I gave you enough of my years. I am trying to let you go, don’t pull me back.