The nations in the world
that know better
are unable
to stifle the fever
of countries gasping
under the weather

Dearest love,
I will not write another masterpiece
if it’s not all about you.

"I love her," I wrote my friend.

"Why did you tell me?" he replied in the end.

"I don't know how to say it," I said full of shame.

"The first thing you do is start with her name.
Pluck out the her, replace it with you.
Put down your pen and pick up your voice.
Say those three words and give her a choice."

You spent so long
telling me
To go **** myself
I should forgive you
Or forget you
In whatever order
That doesn’t make
me question
What love is supposed
To feel like