my poetry became less about loving you
and more about missing you
not allowing myself to say your name
in hopes i would forget it

my poetry became less about being with you
and more about being without you
reminiscing on cold nights
but refusing to acknowledge you were the missing warmth

my poetry became less about needing you
and more about needing to move on
forgetting to water the dying parts of myself
hoping they were the parts still attatched to you

my poetry became less about loving you
and more about trying not to
ignoring the ache my body had for yours

in hopes it would vanish
just like you managed to do.