Letting Go Is an Acquired Taste

by Christina Hart

DIGGING GRAVES One can only dig their own grave for so long. Eventually you hit bottom and decide whether you want to get in now or later.

SOMETIMES IT IS JUST THAT SIMPLE To sum it all up, he taught me two things: I am still not good enough, and I am too good for him.

SHADES OF BLUE I turned too many shades of blue choking on all the things I wanted to say to you. “I thought this was real” must have gone down wrong and “Come back to me” was lost somewhere in my windpipe. Do not resuscitate and do not bring flowers to my grave. Let the beauty be before the death of it all. Let it be in knowing what we had and what we could have had again had one or both of us not been so

PASSING NOTES I’m passing notes in class again to the girl who used to be me. Leave him before he leaves you. He isn’t worth it. You are worth so much more than 2am texts and conversations he will never remember.