You Were My Scrapbook For 3 Years, And Now I’m Scribbling This On The Back Cover
i got exactly
what i wanted
from tonight.
and now my writing
has become so dull.
i sometimes wonder
if i was ever in love
with you at all,
or if i was in love
with using you
to make a metaphor
out of me.
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I see myself in this poem!! Well, circa 2004 or such.
Nice work!
Brilliant. Love this!