Many of my poems are about him

Because I want people to know

What it’s like to love him

It’s like eating sweet fruit

Ripest from the season

If I had to share it with one person

I would only take one bite

And give the rest to my lover

Because I convinced myself

His happiness was mine

No one understands what he meant to me

There are no words in the world

To express my love for him

If I try, honestly I go mute

No one observed our love 

No one felt what we did 

My love was alive like a growing flame 

Even when his was dead in a grave

I pretend he still loves me

To get through my days

I can’t handle knowing

He’s happier without me

I said sorry after every fight

Because I never wanted his name

To stop leaving my lips