i’m stuck in my love songs

i don’t want to write a story

i ain’t living

i don’t want fiction anymore


i wrote about love

when everything i know

is leaving

i think i never loved before


i think i got stuck

in every single love song i composed

it’s all lies

my eyes

are closed

i am failing

(i supposed)


every single guy

turned to a love song

of mine

and to be honest

i didn’t love anyone


when will i stop writing

and start living?

well, i don’t know either.