The Last Time I'll Write About You

This is the last time I’ll ever write about you.

Forgetting is just another form of remembering.

Should I be
Thankful

Or

Regretful

That my only idea

Of love

Is

You?

When did we become such a bad idea?

I meant to keep you
But I didn’t want to be kept

See the problem?

I told everyone

I love you

Sorry if they knew before you

To be fair,

I think everyone knew

Before I did, too.

You read these things

And you ask the world,

Why doesn’t it happen

To someone like you?

Deep in your heart,

You knew the answer:

It’s because you don’t let it.

You can’t help

Those who don’t want to be helped

Somehow keeping it

Wasn’t as comforting

As holding on to it

So we can see each other again.

Each time enough

To nourish me,

To make me hope,

To keep my heart alive.