for two years
i have not written a poem
i lived a life of a romance novel
but after two years
those pages burned
my novel came to an end
and the pages were simply ash
but the words still linger
the story still lurks
and it simply was not only my story that was burned
but the also one that i hurt
and for that
i am sorry
but no matter how i tried
the emotion that once lived inside me just seemed to have
died
my choice has left its wounds
ones that soon will scar

darling, we are young
we have so much more to live
and i hope with every part of me that you find someone who will make you complete
thank you for everything

you taught me how to love