I don't think you really like poetry.

Actually,
I don't think you'd like my poetry,

Because even though you wouldn't be able to tell,

My poetry is almost all about you.

I heard that pain nourishes courage.
And that romanticised love is cancer.

I hope that this suffocating, consuming  love will devour enough of me.

Will make me sick enough to find the courage. The cure I need.

To fall out of love with you...

While you're young,
do what you want to do
Spend all your money,
sleep until noon
Do procrastination,
stare at the moon.

While you're young,
be careless sometimes
so that the elders will advise you
the things you need to do
and those you have to know.

While you're young,
don't be the child
who's dying to grow old
You're not running after time,
Time runs after you.

Those silly songs;
so sad but true
With lost feelings
of me and you

I played it on
with the tape's side A
Felt like blossoms of dawn
and flowers of May

I flipped the tape
Found side B's empty
The same thing I get
Every time you look at me

"You'll get over this."
You once confided
That's what our love is;
Too one-sided