Outgrow

We found out stride,
our specific short hand.
A look,
a word.
A language, a world we created
together.

Promises made over late nights
cigarettes and pitchers paid for
with the change we felt was coming
pinkie swears of forever made
just to get us through tomorrow.

Nothing stays
people change
soon we look like people
we used to know.

short hand gets fuzzy,
it stops making sense
i don't even know who i am
with you.

It's time.
Band aids ripped off
the race gun shot
tears shed.

Not because what was
was perfect
but because i wanted it to be.
I wanted forever to mean just that.

but it can't, and it wont.

Here i am still believing in forever
and best friends 2 am phone calls,
"i love yous" can be real and
short hands and rose color memories

It just wasn't us,
it's just not now.
I'm cutting our proverbial ties
because i need to be set free.

I'm a better for having realized that i'm a better person without you.

good riddance to bad rubbish.