this time I'm not going to write a poem
about a person whom I thought I'd forgotten
about the person who once left me alone
yet I still love, in all of the poems I've written.
I tried so hard to let someone else
bring back the parts that you robbed from me
he pretended we were lovers that would never end
but he was never how I wanted him to be.
and what did I want, really?
all I ever wanted was for you to be replaced.
now I know better
than to pretend that you'll love me when you're sober
because your nights are spent dreaming of another
and your midnight is not for me any longer.

but I guess friendship is more important.
so here's another poem,
and it will be the last one I'll write about you.