Love letter.

I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.
//Ernest Hemingway

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I always wanted you to
write me a love letter.
But, I guess I’ll have to settle
with you telling me just how
much you once loved me
and how
now
you love her better.

And hey, I promise I’m not bitter.
Cuz, honestly, I bet her
smile it never slips –
Like mine always used to
when you told me what you wished:
that I was more assertive,
picture perfect
image of a girl,
who could motivate
and compensate
for what you never were.

I thought you needed space and time
to make it all okay;
turns out you needed shame and lies
to help you get away.
And now I hear
Your earnest words
asking me to be honest.
And I’m so kind I won’t bring up
the monster that sprang up among us.

Well here’s some of that honesty
that you claim to love so much:
In your hands I realized that honesty
was just another word –
for hurting one another,
just another way to burn.
Cuz honesty, it honestly
was just another way
to excuse just another
of your
honest mistakes.