You made me a poet,
But not in this way you think.
No, because to be a poet means that every fucking time I look at you,
I see the man who caused me so much.
I see my past.
I see my present.
I see my future.
And I'll make sure you won't be with me in the last.

Yeah, you made me a poet-
A poet who desperately needs to bleed themselves on the ragged paper,
To carve their words because maybe, in this way, they'll be able to feel heard,
To promise that this is the end.

You say you're sorry.
Dammit.
I say I'm sorry:
That I need to live my already miserable life stuck beside...