I hope there will come a day

that I can write about

something

or someone

other than you.

 

I know a day will come

that I will write about

the way the sky looks before the clouds burst with rain

or the sensation of sand falling between my fingertips

or the sound of impatient drivers weaving their way through traffic

the smell of the pavement after it rains

or maybe the taste of your lips

(fuck, I said I wouldn't write about you)

 

Or perhaps one day

I'll create a beautiful metaphor

about how wonderful it is

to merely exist.

 

God, you are just so beautiful

but I think I've fallen in love with my own words

rather than you.