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

What are you trying to do? 


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

You still left
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.