letters to him

It's 3:oo in the morning
im running out of words
out of time
to write down all the reasons
i need to say goodbye
apologizing to the eraser in my hand
i just never thought itd be so
hard to put into words
to walk away on my own turf
the subjects simple
i just wanted to be heard
the embrace i once yearned
for was  forgotten
when you said "no, were just friends"
so im done pretending
someway
somehow
this story wont end
because theres no happy endings
in a world with only one pen.