I think you knew you’d be in my poetry.
I think you knew that every line would secretly be about you,
Every ****** word pouring out what's left of my heart
Like I am screaming at you but no words are coming out.
And you are just smiling at me because you know.
You know the front I put on.
I told you too much.
I broke my rule for you.
I’m not supposed to fall in love.
It's not what I am designed to do,
I am a soldier, of a war that cannot be won by either side.
I'm fighting against a militia of thousands of poets
And my words are cemented to the walls of my diaphragm
I cant win this war but I can sure as hell hate you while I try.