you knew that falling in love with a writer meant that you would be all that they wrote about

so you replaced the ink from her pen

you sat next to her and said, “write about me.”

you smiled as a blush rose to her cheeks, you knew what effects you had on her.

she wrote about your perks and the flaws you despised yet didn’t know she adored

you were all that she wrote about

you knew that falling out of love with a writer meant that you would be all that they wrote about

so she threw away her pen and purchased a new one

but you are still all that she wrote about

you sat next to her before you walked away, “write about me,” you told her to do

and she did

carelessly and hopelessly

she did

she felt heat rise to her cheeks, tears in her gray eyes

you knew what effects you had on me