I'm not sorry for not wanting to write about you anymore

The dream of someone to write for

Is something I always chased

And for the many times I tried

Are the many times I failed

When you waltz into my life

I kind of wished you would be the one

Who I would never get tired of writing for

In the question of which came first?

The dream of you or you?

Dream came storming in years ago

Maybe that is why I often mistake true love

For the feeling itself

How many time have I fallen for the feeling

And failed in every disastrous way?

So yeah I'm done apologizing

For how I felt in that time

For wanting something so benign

Yet taken from my hand forcefully

Amidst the sea of words about you

I forgot how I would define myself

I defined love like walking on a dark alley

Getting stabbed nine times

And hoping I will not get stabbed by ten

I failed in many things 

I swear back then I wouldn't

But since I did

I traced them all back 

And they all lead to you

So I am not sorry for not wanting

To write about you anymore

Because it's time for my chapter to be written

With or without romance subplot in the middle

 *credits to Sabrina Benaim of Button Poetry for the title