Holding on to phantoms of people
It sucks just as much for us, breaking up with you
I felt that I wasn’t enough, and then I wasn’t.
I found the love of my life at fifteen.
We met in the office of our Uni guidance counselor. We didn’t speak, just waited in the reception, him pretending to sleep and me reading a book, pretending not to notice one another.
What is it that you chase?