it was good catching up with you
until you mentioned the new girl
and called her an "angel"
so i said goodnight,
and went back 11 months
in conversation to find me
showing you a poem i wrote,
nothing out of the ordinary,
and telling you my writing
was the only thing i was
confident in.

"i’ll be your confidence about everything that's wonderful about you,
and you can be confident in your writing."

that would explain why i
stopped eating and how
i don't get out of bed
anymore, after 4 months
of watching you
adore someone else.