This is the last poem I'll write about you
Who am I kidding?... I said that 5 poems ago
And as much as I try to forget all about us
There's something about you I just can't let go
Last night I said I wouldn't write about you anymore
Because I knew it would only bring me pain
And yet when I awoke this morning
It was like my words had just gone down the drain
All I do is write about you
So why would things suddenly change tonight
In my head I constantly play all the scenarios
Trying to figure every which way I can make it right
Every time my pen hits the paper
You're the first thing that pops into my head
And so even if I did want to write about something else
I defer and write about you instead
When I write I can still see your face
And how you use to smile at me
What I wouldn't give to see that smile in person
How I wish things could have ended differently
But we all know that old saying
Coulda woulda and shoulda been
Those words bring me no comfort however
In my head I just wonder when
When will I be able to forget you
And not write another poem in your name
When will I be able to release this heartache
I've had enough of this love game
So tonight, yes, most definitely tonight ...
This will be the last poem I write about you
And as much as I recite that in my head
I know our paper and pen relationship isn't through
