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)