Hey I miss you,


Hey I miss you
No not you what I thought we had.
The fantasies I created in my head about us until they became like memories. That’s the power of the pen I guess.
If it were left to my pen it would me and you against the world and nothing less.
But now I’ve learned I should think better. I deserve better. You’re not good enough because you’re not ready to be.
So back to the first line of this letter I don’t miss you. I miss me the part of me that thought I deserved the simplest things in life like you and me in a boat on a hot summer afternoon. Were in the middle of the ocean but were content.

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By clarajack


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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.