You once asked me who I write about
How these words seem to hold my entire heart in their spaces

I laughed at you, the spite in your eyes terrifying,
and blowing out smoke I spelled the words- no one.

No one comes to mind when I write about love.
No one comes to mind when I write about my heart teetering and thrashing into a million pieces.

A face that will haunt me for a lifetime doesn't keep me up at night.
There's no sad back story to your manic pixie girl dream.

Nothing is here for you to fix and nothing for you to be intimidated from.
No one comes to mind when writing ****** ****** love poems.

Not even you.