Simple Math; Fractions (a poem)

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My face is hot.

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I’m over our friendship, but I’m not over what you did. How could I ever be? I let you into my world, my thoughts, my feelings and everything that makes me who I am. For eight years I saw you to be my closest confidant and the person who would stick by me through thick and thin. But I guess that meant nothing more to you than a broken contract or a one-sided deal.

Sometimes I imagine a conversation with my younger self. I tell her that I spent the summer in New York, in my first apartment.. She would beam with excitement, saying, “Wasn’t it just amazing? Did I go to every flea market? Tons of Broadway shows? Was I with Kyla?” And I would sigh. Not that none of that didn’t occur, but rather if the past two years hadn’t happened, I probably wouldn’t have spent the summer in New York.