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