I'll write about you when it ends. I'll write about the colour of your eye and the way you play with your hands when you get nervous. I'll write about out first kiss and how I felt like I could take over world. I'll write about those songs you sang to me and the midnight talks. I'll right about your blue faded jeans and our first dance. I'll write about how you prefer summer over winter and grey over black. I'll write about your mother. I'll write about your hate for pancakes and the sound of your voice when you first wake up.

I'll write about how you started to fall for that girl you met at the back of the bar. I'll write about our first fight and how I cried until I fell asleep. I'll write about the smell of your perfume mixed with hers and how your lips wouldn't taste the same anymore. I'll write about the nights you never returned home. I'll write about your side of the bed. I'll write about how you forgot my birthday because you were too busy to rember hers. I'll write about the day you finally walked away.

So when you're gone, I'll turn you into poetry.