What if i told you,
That the reason why i date you,
Is to make poems of you?
What if i told you,
That i never truely loved you,
Rather i only needed you?
What if i told you,
I gain inspiration by being with you,
And by breaking up with you?
What if i told you,
I write of the things you do,
And the pains you put me through?
What if i told you,
I expect the heart break from losing you,
It helps me get a better point of view?
So forgive me for ever hurting you,
My poetry always comes before you,
Only her do I trust as really true.