you describe me as a pessimist
saying how i'm "overly affectionate"
making jokes about me was your benefit
while pretending to be a perfectionist
picking up your own dirt
you've always planned to come off smart
hiding your pain was your art
but really, you've always had a broken heart
i might have had more emotions
but you will never forget the moments
that the love we had didn't belong in poems
'cause we had wars that we left unspoken
