Anna

I dust off the borrowed classic

As I remember you guiding me through your favorite lines

The Karenina to your uncertainty.

Our words might not rhyme anymore

But our pages are still in sync.

I am that one mistake in your grammar

That you refuse to acknowledge.

Called me up at 12 before I knew 

The end to our story at the end of Autumn

Saw you walking away from me and 

As I tried to make out your footprints on the floor, 

I let myself go. 

All your friends think I am the blackguard 

And I don't blame you or them.

Broke you like a cliché promise

But you've been breaking me since that July morning

 I know how you'll be so mad at this 

And I'll just cruelly deny that it was ever about you 

When it's the only one for you. 

I cringe at our memories cause it hurts less 

You and I are that half-written poetry 

Not good enough, so I threw it away. 

Yet I loved it cause it was still mine.