I Hate Writing Poems About You

I think I hate writing poems about you They stack up so fast, 1,2,3 this is 4 now And they used to be a blast, I couldn’t wait to write you more. Now, The warm, strong arms around me have been replaced with warm, wet tears And God no I could never hate you But I used to think I could see you at any hour, any time Now to see you it’s like I have to scour for any dime The comfort that I used to know has been replaced with only fears I feel like I’ve been betrayed by you That one night when I needed you the most I was alone I ended up in the hospital and you say you’re trying to atone We used to talk for hours, I’ve watched as your longing slowly disappears At the end of the day, I love you But my love feels so pathetic and one sided My poems feel so sloppy and misguided I used to cherish writing out our love for just our ears Now I don’t know if any of it is true And that’s why I hate writing poems about you.