In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”
Dear work desk,
its not you its me. You tell me I never spend time with you. I always give you excuses. the time I do spend with you is either distracted or angry. Well, the truth is I don’t think we’re right for each other anymore. The idea of us working and creating together was what drew me to you, but somehow we just don’t click. You want what you want and I just don’t feel the same. We’ve both changed, and I really think it’s time to just admit it’s over.
I think you should be the one to move out. I mean, the room was mine first.