Assumption

When I say “I believe in us,”

is it a make-believe?

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When you’re looking at me like you remember every line I wrote for you… 

What are you trying to do? 

Drive

When you came along
I stopped writing poetry
Because my words drive
The people I love away

You still left
Despite
My wordless days

And now I’ve come to learn
That it wasn’t the words
It wasn’t the poetry
It wasn’t my writing

It was me.
I drove them away.

I drove you away.