Your words are painfully beautiful
Enough so to make me weep
My heart is anything but tender
Yet in question, my head spins
I'm loosing sleep

I want to forget everything
It's what i do best
Time's never healed so much as a paper cut
I turn to herbs to get some rest

I continue reading somberly
Overthinking every word
these poems can't be for me
But your heartbreak wasn't absurdly inferred.