i write about leaving and forgetting and finally breathing at least;
but go ahead and call my poetry a liar
they were just hopeless attempt to dug you out of my skin anyway
skip several months later and now it’s been a year and we don’t even say hi
now i missed your birthday by weeks
and i wish i could turn back the time but i couldn’t
last year i was so unsure but at least i was so in love with you
i wish i could go back to those months when i thought you loved me too but i couldn’t
but i couldn’t