I do not want to write about
The stars in your eyes
Or the fire in your heart
Or fictional romance
(ifit’snotreal)
I do not want to write about
Love
Or truth
Or the time machine
(becausetheydon’texist)
I do not want to go to
The school dance
Or Saturn’s rings
Or South France
(withoutyou)
I do not want to write about
Your lips
Or broken words
Or black and white
(becausetheymakemecry)