Don’t date a writer. You’ve been warned.

You could have just told me.
I would understand.

Even if you couldn’t speak the language well,
I would try to figure it out.

You didn’t have to call me a liar
When I was just busy being the best I could.

I accepted your reasons
For keeping us under wraps.

If you were so bothered,
You could have asked me why
I always had to go home
When I had a place to call my own.

Don’t send you messages?
Bye? Take care?
Breaking up over SNS?
Are you fucking serious?!

Yes, I am upset.
And I’m writing about you.

I’ll make you immortal
Because you had the gut
To treat me like that.