1. So many poems were written for you,
2. about you, but none of them with you.
3. You never even cared enough to read them.
4. I guess that sums up our whole relationship,
5. giving everything of me to make something
6. permanent of you. That’s why I write in secret now,
7. my words a heartbeat only I know, a necessary code.
8. I’ll never leave another poem on your pillow
9. or write a sonnet about a Sunday by your side.
10. My heart is free from your grasp,
11. but it hasn’t told my pen that yet.
12. Someday, I’ll title a book with your name,
13. and it will sit on my shelf.
14. I’ll let it collect dust,
15. just like you did with me.
Megan Michelotti is currently a junior in college studying communications and public relations, although her first love will always be English. She is originally from Montana, a state she is proud to call home. She writes not to change the world but to change her perspective.