I don’t write poetry. I reiterate conversations.

It was like that time on the phone, how I said I was scared you’d forget about me. The way you said that’s a chance you’ll have to take was said with such a deep repressed sadness.

It was our first date and I asked what his favorite movie is. He asked if I’d judge him, but instead of judging him I just loved him.

The second I realized I had nothing left to say is the exact moment I realized it was truly over.

We looked at each other, smiled and agreed that maybe I’m too intense. Then we ate our food and I just smirked because I knew it was true.