Copycat

Pages torn off notebooks
Backs of receipts
You collect them all
Write poems on them
Words about exes
People we don't know
Emotions I haven't
Ever felt in my life

You write word after word
For whom I don't know
You collect them all
In drawers and boxes

When someone asks you
What have you to show of your life
You have all these poems
Written over the years

But as they read them
As I read them
All I see is
Words belonging to another

For what you have to show
Of your entire life
Is after all
Words copied from another

Relief

After everything had been said and done
And there was nothing else left
To say and do
I turned to look at you
Expecting to see in your eyes
Anger, exhaustion, hate
But all I saw was relief

You were relieved to let me go