Guy’s a dick
This boy you call your lover
He wouldn’t consider slicing you peaches
Or feeding you while you read
Wouldn’t trace the roads in your hand
Wouldn’t write sonnets about your eyes
Would he walk away from everything if you asked him?
Bleed for you and tell you you’re worth it?
I was perfect
Except that one time
I don’t remember her name
“I love him,” she says
“Because he isn’t you”