i wrote a poem six months ago
the first line'll make you cry
"i don't want to fall in love again
'cuz i don't wanna die."

finally mourned the passing of
what you and i had shared
the sudden rush of freedom
had me feeling cold and scared

but i wrote another one
a week before you met me
after working, thinking, feeling, fucking
setting my demons free

"i want to fall in love," it went
and described with exactly whom
lo and behold, i realize now
it was describing you