Before I thought, jotted everything down. I knew I was going to write about you. I forgot how the ink smell and your fragrance. since we broke up. I lost all there ever was with poetry, you were the potter of my heart meant  to say house.

Love without Love, Love without holding you, Love without you. The lines I write on and think on. I yearn to hold you as this pen. great! I split my cup of coffee on this page, let me start over then.

The sound of destroying a paper just like I did with your heart.
just starting over on a brand new paper, could be our relationship.
I pray, it could be easy.

As I am about to finish writing, splitting, thinking, regretting my doing. I thought  to saying only time a relationship end is when the other cheated could have been a fool thinking that. only you made me realised it.

I seem to lusted more on my art, thinking I could be famous only writing emotions and share little tears there and there. I used to find myself seated at the corner, forgot washing dishes, washing myself, dishing for myself, you would come late and find me in the same spot you left me.remember telling or shouting at you, saying, it is either you or poetry.

my bad, my bed I sleep alone now. I found 6 to 5 job and I wrote for you but you didn’t rewrote for me. Just when was about to go and refill my coffee, I see a reminder on my counter, saying I should be going to buy that one puppy you always wanted, maybe I should buy it and let you have.

now I only realize poetry is you my love, I don’t want you or me to choose. I miss you and poery.