They tell me all the time
he's no good for you,
you deserve better than him.
So why is it
so hard
to give up on him
like I give up on
so many other people.
I can walk away,
he's just a boy.
A person who was meant to be a page instead of a book.
But why can't I forget about him?
He floats in and out of my mind
like someone who waits
and waits for you.
He's just always there.

So maybe he's a whole book to me,
& I am but a sentence in his.
Not all people are blessed
to open up & see
the art I have to offer.