and for some reason
i only write sad poems
poems about missing you
writing words that break my heart
and i keep wondering
if you are my secret muse
the pain you caused me
is my spirit of inspiration
pulsing through my veins
making me cry
giving me words
to fill my every move
and without noticing
i manage to become someone new
with stories to tell
mostly about you
and mostly about
love and all the lost time
trying to move on from everything
moving on from you
writing more words
always about you
my knife in the back
the Romeo to my Juliette