I can't stop thinking of you
long enough to stop
writing.

Three poems in a day;
a solid new
record

thanks to
you.

I thought maybe my
notebook
could last me
one more week
or so.

Four pages left,
and i'm starting to
doubt that.

I wonder how many
hours i'll go
between now
and my next visit
to my feelings.

I wonder how long i'll last
between now and the end
of my notebook.

I'd say two days
is a little ambitious,
considering.

I'm using up all my
paper
on thoughts of
you

when i know your thoughts of
me
wouldn't cover one
page.

Here i go again;
look, i'm almost on
side three.

If i could stop this fucking
poem
i'd do it right now

(page)

But of course,
i'm still
writing

aren't i?

(oh, there we go)

(fuck, i'm still doing it)

(take a look at what you've done, would you?)

(whoops, i meant - look what you made me do)
(that's a reference)
(to Taylor Swift) (fuck, you get it)

(alright, i have to pee)
(i guess that's what it takes now, is it?)

(i love you)