Writers Die

i fell in love with you at
a very inconvenient time

but you assured me that
it would be okay when you

told me to write about you some
time instead of saying goodbye

and i kept on loving you and
you were in my debut and the sequel

i sent them to you but they came back
because you weren't there anymore

and even though i don't and can't believe
i pray to god that you read them because

you are in them and you are them
because you are all i know

they say that if a writer falls in love with you
that you can never die but what they forget

to say is that the writers do and you
were in my first and you were my first

everything and now you are in my last
writing and my last breath and my

blood dripping out on the white bathroom
tile because writers die even though the

ones they love supposedly
don't.