No one really liked my writing
People called it pointless
I would never argue, I wasn’t one for fighting
My words were always disappointments
I’d sit at my desk and let the ink flow
My emotions controlled the pen
just as you did me
I wanted to make you happy, wanted you
to know
I tried to be honest, I thought that was the key
Guess I needed my writing more
than I did you
You chose the material things
I wanted to be happy
I remember the day you called me,
it was out of the blue
I knew this wasn’t true, you were never sappy
And from our time all I remember
are the stains I left on my papers
You locked me in your heart, but not anymore
Tears simply became vapors
I bet you rue falling in love with a writer, nevermore