i remember the first poem i ever wrote
to you
you were every romanticized line in the moonlight
you were my muse in my prose and poetry
i wrote about how you held me so tight
and now i'm writing this tonight because you lose your grip

this is the last poem i’ll ever write to you
and i swear this would be the last
but i constantly change my mind
so i might write you ten thousand other poems
which you'll never get to read
because i won't write them down
i’ll just hold them in
the same way i wanted words from you
but all i got was deafening silence

this is the last poem i’ll ever write to you
and this is the last time i’ll ever think about you
your scent
your warm embrace
your almond eyes
your caress
your vulnerability
this is the last time i’ll ever think of us

this is the last poem i’ll ever write to you
and this is the last time i’ll let you in
hurt me once more, i beg
so i’d be numb
and stop writing poems about you
and maybe this time,
this would make me stop loving you