Truthfully
I don't want
to talk about you
to talk about a memory

Truthfully
I'd rather not pine away at what was
or what could have been
what should have been

Truthfully
I don't care about it any more
I shouldn't care about it any more
I can't care about it any more

Truthfully
I should be creating
Creating what I had
With someone else

Truthfully
Sweet nothings and
Passionate love and
Moments of tenderness are all still there

Truthfully
They're festering in my head
No other sweet nothing was as sweet
Other nothings devoid of sweetness.

Truthfully
My love is as passionate
Without you
It doesn't make me want to save it for you any less

Truthfully
No moments came so tender
Ripe fruit of playful young adulthood
I wouldn't dare forget such moments

Truthfully
You're a muse
You're my creative high
For every single wrong and right reason

Truthfully
You're the only reason I'm up at 4am
You're the only reason I'm writing this poem
For every single peak and valley

Truthfully
I don't want to talk about any of it
That's private
But I think about all of it

Truthfully
I should have better things to do
Than pine away and think of you
Crisp Autumns alone under orange leaves

Truthfully
I know the feeling isn't mutual
I know if you did the same
You would have gone insane

Truthfully
I'd break bones to save you from a bruise
In the hopes that you would do the same
I'd never let you break a bone, you can let me bruise for you

Truthfully
It's too much
It's far too much of me to put
Into something with no means to an end

Truthfully
I love it and hate it
But a part of you is in there
It's never coming out

Truthfully
It never should
I'd hate to lose it
So I'll gladly carry it

Truthfully
I have to move forward while carrying you
Watch me as I
Collect another one like you

Truthfully
I only wanted a collection of one
For only one me to be collected
One beautiful complete us

Truthfully
Another me is up for collection
So watch her as she
Collects another one of me