I’ll stop writing about you one day.
I will drain all the pain
from this heart and brain and
I’ll just stop writing about you one day.
I will write the last words
And I won’t even know
That the tear-filled poem I wrote one night
Would be the last that the world will hear
About you from my bloody pen.
I will write about you for the last time,
But you will not read about you for the last time
Because I poured everything into
Those words that I let go.
But you will cling into it
Because you’ll realize that love
Memorialized by words
Is love either living or lost