Dear My Musical Career,
It’s not you, it’s me. I just can’t do this anymore. I need my space. Yes, I do like poetry. Yes, I think I might like poetry more than you… what does it matter? I don’t know… I haven’t even really thought about where it’s going yet. It just started, lay off… I don’t have to plan the rest of our lives yet. Don’t worry. Aaawww… don’t CRY. I’m sure you’ll meet somebody, too.
I could introduce you to my roommate…
It was fun while it lasted,