Are we dating?
Are we fucking?
Are we best friends?
Are we something in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
I once dated a writer and
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
Oh, my heart is melting.
Maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people.
Maybe then we’ll be better for each other.