I Had This Tiny Notebook I Kept For When I Have Something To Write About What’s Going On With My Heart

I had this tiny notebook I kept for when I have something to write about what’s going on with my heart and on the end I wrote, “You’re not the one.”

I threw it away.

I wish I had left earlier before the night you took me to the rooftop of the apartment we were living in to watch the city lights. I wish I wasn’t there in the morning so you did not have to make me coffee. I wish I was somewhere else.

But you’re a pit hole and I hate you.

I wish I had left before I first saw you.