Don't interpret this as arrogance
But somehow I believe that every word I've penned of you has given you eternal life.
I don’t intend my mindless musings to last beyond the end of days.
But once the pen impacts the paper,
Once the key is struck,
My words obtain a permanence that cannot be undone.
The ways you built me up and broke me down
How you fulfilled my every dream, then showed me where they go to die
How you whispered to me where to find my heart, and then you ripped it out before my eyes.
Every action, every word, love and spite, here and now, immortalized.
If you love a poet
(And worse, if you choose to let him love you, too)
Then you, my dear, will never cease to be.
I'm so fantastic at not moving on. I'd make a great paperweight.