If i didn’t care about you, i would never write again
I’d block your number so easily like the other unfortunate men
and i keep the door closed but its closed and not locked
If i didn’t care about you the way i would have walked
I wouldn’t have talked about the way your eyes shine
mesmerized by cups of coffee when i never cared much for
the caffeine in mine
but the anxiety that butterflies within me feels like it might be something more
If i didn’t care about you i would have left that slice of cake at the store
but instead of writing Happy Birthday i erase and redraw
should i put your name in all caps or lowercase
i leave it on the lunch before anyone ever saw
that i thought about you enough to walk down a flight of stairs
do those sound like the actions of somebody who never cares
he text me thank you i smile at the message and nod
if angels don’t exist how do i explain you to god
when i talk a little louder because i know you might hear
always just next door i’m reminding you’re always in the air
but when you walk in i leave when you start a conversation i stop
when the roles are all reversed
i pretend our feelings for each other were just a prop
something the world watches that can never be true
id never wanna be famous if i’m not known for loving you
and all the things you rip apart each night in your head
i always talk too much you regret what you should have said
i hate public displays of affection but around you pens leak ink
they give up on trying to describe you and said
just try not to blink as they bleed to the pages
trying to make poetry begin lost in you eyes
i hate public displays of affection but i might be switching sides
because you i would mention when talking about my inspiration
the way my heart around you never needed extra translation
If i didn’t care about you i wouldn’t write at all
my phone wouldn’t giggle every time it saw you call
but if i were to care openly and true
i could spend the rest of my life writing
and still never make a poem as great as you .
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