This is not a love story. 

This is not a romance novel or Romeo and Juliet.

This is a game, a war, a tick for tat a guess who will break first,

It's always me.

Pickles and jelly.

Tie-dye and polka dots.

English and math.

Eminem’s to lovers.

To be or not to be, whatever you want to call it. This is not a love story.

This is pinkeye promises

Awkward first dates

Late night phone calls

But don’t get me wrong this is not a love story.

This is what’s your favorite color? 

Age of Ultron or Infinity Wars?

This is relying on a silhouette to hold you up when your hands can no longer fly.

This is broken promises.

This is rainstorms on the sunniest days. 

This is crying on your birthday

Christmas

And Valentine’s Day.

This is broken boomerangs because you always come back even when you shouldn’t. 

So, this is not a love story.

This is a 3-year civil war. 

A one-week free trial.

At the end of this only one of us will be standing.

When it hurts too much to say goodbye, so we say hello over

And

Over

And now that I’ve convinced you this is not a love story. 

I wish it were one.

I wish your silhouette was real. 

I wish every time I catch you, I didn’t lose a part of me. 

I wish two broken halves made a whole.

I wish roses and picnics were your go to.

I wish this were a love story, but you cry at the end of movies 

I cry at the end of shows.

I can talk for hours, and you will listen.

You stayed away and when you finally came back 

I didn’t recognize you.

Your hair is different now and so is mine.

So even if we are Bonnie and Clyde on the run from an unlawful confession

That this is not a love story.

You still call 

Just to make sure

I haven’t turned the last page.

But don’t get me wrong 

This is not a love story