I wonder if you know,
that you are the face behind all my poems.
I wonder if you care,
that you star as the villain in all my novels.
I wonder if you worry,
that I’ll write more about you.
I wonder if you think,
that I won’t be writing if it weren’t for you.
I hope you know,
that you mean nothing more than words on a paper to me now.
I hope you learn,
that I write less and less about you.
I hope you realise,
that I’ve replaced you with someone else.
I hope you accept,
that breaking my heart didn’t fix yours.