You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

we were justlooking for what couldinstead of what waswhat should beinstead of how it was

I’m floating. I’m flowing. I’m loving, but I’m going.

We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.

I pop, I break, I love and I crave,but when push comes to shove,we’re done.

I can’t, but I couldI saw good instead of himA dim light which could’ve been