you were never mine to turn into a poem

 

i’m sorry for all the poems i wrote you

i see now they were never mine to write

 

every single word was true,

but none of it was mine to say

 

i wish you’d told me sooner

i wish i’d known from the first day,

 

that you’d never write a poem for me

i wish you’d told me right away

 

but i think maybe it’s fine

i’ve checked and i’m okay – besides

 

no matter what you should’ve could’ve would’ve said

i would’ve written them anyway