I hate that you inspire me to write
Like I want to write for me

I want my love poems to be about my smile, the way my left front tooth is slightly more hidden than my right

Last night I ate chocolate before closing my eyes

Just to leave something sweet on my lips

Like a hug from a memory of love

Loneliness is an empty shell, my reflection is not this

I look in my mirror and I am mesmerized by the strength pouring from my eyes

Nothing can take me away

Not even the disaster you left for me to come home to

This broken heart of mine is set to auto correct your mistakes and mine

I'll put it on reset mode

In 3...2...1...