I should've known better-
Answering those texts really just meant
I was answering a call to getting my heart broken all over again.

I shouldn't be so insecure or meek-
Yet here I am crying in the garage with your stupid sweatshirt,
All because I know I feel galaxies for you and maybe I'm just one star in your sky.

I shouldn't feed into whatever we have going-
It's going to eat me alive and no exaggeration,
I feel like you'll swallow my heart whole.

I shouldn't have let you into my bloodstream,
I shouldn't have let you sleep in my bed,
I shouldn't have kissed you so hard.

I shouldn't give you the upper hand,
I shouldn't want to be in your arms,
I shouldn't let you into my head.

I shouldn't write this poem when it boils down to it-
It solidifies that you have something over me,
And it makes me feel miserably powerless.

You should know better-
Someday you get to walk away with a novel about yourself
Because writers only write about people they care about.

I always knew
I would be left with ink-stained hands
And a heart stained by loving you.

You should know
That loving you
Is something I should forget how to do.