I haven't written a poem in over a year
but honestly nothing has changed.

I still spend my nights up late
thinking about failed relationships
and the endless *******
that goes with it.

Reading the different poems by past loves,
long lost and forgotten,
about how much in love you are
or how much the most recent love has hurt you,
I know nothing has changed.

So I guess I will sit here some more
and ***** about god knows what,
because **** doesn't change.

**** DOESN"T CHANGE