iām not hoping but maybe one day
someone would come and kill the poet in me
someone who wouldnāt let me feel sad and alone
someone who would always make me smile
someone who wouldnāt let my heart break
someone who wouldnāt give me reasons to lose faith in the world and in the people in it
someone who would take away my darkest thoughts
someone who wouldnāt let my pen bleed on my paper with the words that run in my head all the time
someone who would take away my sorrows
someone who would make me the worst poet
because i write about tragedies
and i write about all the things that made me believe that love is just a waste of time