Still
I'm with her and feel at ease
No
That's a lie
I want to write something to convince myself
That her is you
But it's not
If I kiss her I miss you
She loves the sky just like you do
But your heart is the only one I see in the moon
Why did I do this to myself and write all these poems
Every inch of you is a poem
Every breath of you is a poem
Every word you ever said
And every kiss you ever gave
were poems
I hate you so much for making me love poetry
No I don't
I think I hate me
Either way
I can't stop writing about you
This poem is about:
Me