Another week without you
No absence has bothered me so much
Not a single day my mind didn't think of you
I'm helplessly dedicating every poem to you
It doesn't harm, it doesn't hurt. It just sucks.
That your absence makes me write more.
Don't make me a love poet,
I have better things to pay heed to.
Don't make me something I'm not supposed to be,
I'm not the perfection you need.
I've written enough for you, don't make me write more.
Your heart doesn't belong to me. Don't make mine yours.
Credits to ShimmeringPurples
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