Why is that my poems are so solely dedicated to those I was in love with and that broke my heart?
Why do I write so many painful and heartbreaking words for them when I could write about so many other things.
Tell me why these people that seemed to have run me over with cars hold so much merit in things that I am so good at and invested in.
Why do they hold so much merit.
Maybe it’s because my heart writes more than my hands.