Every time I write

I think she takes the pen

The girl you left

She was so young

My work gets disorganized

Too literal

I’m so accustomed to explaining the details

Used to breaking us down into bites

Until there’s nothing left to chew

I’ve practiced every step of your dance until my head has spun

I’m tired of it

Tired of rehashing this over and over and over again

I don’t want to keep singing the same tune

They say doing the same thing over and over while expecting different results is the definition of insanity

I’m ready to let go

Move on

And yet every time I write

I write about you