when we first fell in love
someone told you i wrote poems
and even though you were a writer
you said
the irony was that i was a better poet than you were
and someone asked you to imagine
how i would describe you
if i had to dedicate one to you
you said
with all the young love fresh in your heart
"oh
oh my,
hopefully good"
and my heart beat faster than it ever had before
after that moment
i poured all i had, all my love
into every single word i wrote
for you
for us
living up to your hopes
that it would be "good"
it was more than good
it was amazing
but here i am now
still writing a poem
with my heartbroken self
for you
but you'll never read anything i write again
because it won't fill you with joy anymore
it'll only kill you
i hope it kills you with regret
i hope you're happy
that i'm stuck
making art like this
for the rest of my life
but really i should thank you
for this is gold
