There is…

there is no way to tell a girl it is over
do not wrap her in a box of gift
do not assume a text is a dinner invite
a letter will mean everything you don’t
and will say nothing of what you mean
a poem will be your murder note
her favourite song will be a deliberate wrong
to say you don’t know what came over you
no one steams their attitude to look hot
or says ‘i love you’ to forget why
love will hate to be treated that way
to a boy, a girl can say it’s over
make out a little quote
dish him a poem he wrote
served with a teaspoon of silence.

leonell echa