if a poet falls in love with you,
the love will never die.
it's always gonna be alive in her/his/them poems

my friend told me 'its gonna get better'
but what if i don't want it to get better?
what if i'm scared to end this pain?
it's the only thing that connects me to you
it's the only moment where i can really feel you
for some reason i don't want this pain to end

all i did is care
all you did is lie
sometimes you were the person i knew
sometimes you were the person i'd regret

all these lovely words you said
were nothing more than lies
it was hard to listen to them
but it was even harder listening to them
while you were showing me the opposite

you said you weren't like everyone else
and you were right
because you're worse

and i ask myself every day
why do i keep writing about you?

i still hide you in my poetry