Ellipsis

I chose "safe" over you. But you... I was never one of your choices.

Yearly Regrets

Yearly, I remember... things I want to forget.

The Wanderer’s Letter

I count each step away from you... Or is it back to you?

How are you?

I dread that question, to be honest.

Dear You

To the man I haven’t met yet...

Verleden

You used to be able to read me like the back of your hand. How come you can’t tell that I’m hurting when I see you?