“IT’S JUST A POEM”, THEY SAID

Call me when you break up

Je veux être avec toi

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“Call me when you break up.”
Was I joking or being hopeful

You did, almost immediately.

My mind tells me
If we go down this road
You might say their name while we are on it.

You shone the brightest when you were untouchable.
Now, you’re just tired eyes and full of tales
Tales and stories I didn’t ask for.

I can’t be more clear without this sounding cruel.
Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t personal.
I just liked you better,
When I couldn’t have you.

You were the prize,
And I liked the chase.
But now that you’re in my hands,
The hunger I had for you rises no more.

It’s not your fault.
This was too much
Too soon.
Too hot a furnace was your heart
Too hot for my frail hands to hold without breaking it more.