not an ex
He is not an ex.
He is something that never stopped.
Something buried between 'yes' and 'no'.
Sometimes he is the best,
and sometimes he is the worst thing in my life.
He never goes completely
and he never leaves my mind.
Other boys come and go
and I don't know what it is,
but something inside me,
will always
go back
to
him.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world