I read rom-coms and think of you,
Not with hearts in my eyes,
But with longing for a future,
One I couldn't grasp.
You’ve ruined words for me—
My precious love,
I no longer own a vocabulary,
All because of you,
All for you.

The hands that once grazed your skin
Now search for the last straw,
A hope I could crawl toward.
Dear love, I hope you won’t share my demise.
Dear victory, let him go on his way.
Dear words, may you not follow my path.

I crumble as ink drips from my fingers,
Coated in red and gold.
I read rom-coms and think of you,
Hoping they don’t share my tragic ending,
Not in a way of “they both die,”
But in lines like,
“He forgot to water the roses planted on her grave,”
“Years passed, and he was buried next to another.”