Subject
Shortly after our
first date I joked
Don’t make me write a poem about you.
It’s been a year and I laugh
because my poems
have become your home.
It’s been a year and
you’re kissing
someone else and
I’m just kissing people
who aren’t you.
Waking up next to you
for the last time
we knew it was and
we had to tell each other
not to cry so we could
kiss for the last time
When we broke
you said to me
I don’t want to be the subject of one of your poems.
But I warned you.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Subject
Shortly after our
first date I joked
Don’t make me write a poem about you.
It’s been a year and I laugh
because my poems
have become your home.
It’s been a year and
you’re kissing
someone else and
I’m just kissing people
who aren’t you.
Waking up next to you
for the last time
we knew it was and
we had to tell each other
not to cry so we could
kiss for the last time
When we broke
you said to me
I don’t want to be the subject of one of your poems.
But I warned you.
