do you understand all the things I could be doing that don't involve writing about you
by @yelloworange
I know you hate when my writings are
sad I didn’t mean it when I said “I can’t
be without you” I meant “how could you
do this to me and now you’re not here” I want
to hate you but instead I call you when I need
something about phone sex makes me feel
horrible every time it’s the only time
you give me attention now that you’re
gone I sit in my room listening to versions
of “Tom’s Diner” and this feels like my version
of “Teenage Fever” I’ve been working on a
poem about you it’s seventeen pages long
I won’t show anyone when it’s finished
because I’m embarrassed I’ve spent time
obsessing over the beaches we should’ve swam
at and the restaurants I could’ve introduced you
to and the dogs we would’ve named Steve and Rex
you’re going to read this and the only thing you’re
going to comment on is the fact that you never wanted
to name the dogs Steve and Rex and I won’t even be
mad because what else do I expect and I did this to
myself and what you don’t see is every reason why I love you