Every other poem that drips from my pen
Every word I mold
Story I unfold
Is a love poem.
Because all I ever do is write you love poems.
Not the sappy sweet mushy gushy symphonies
One thinks of when they think of a love poem
But I write about every flaw I can find
Every time you fucked with my mind
You always have a fight to pick
Your choice of words makes me sick
Your eyes are not bright to me
They're bruised apple shaded green
Your chin is off
That thing you call a smile that slides across your face
Is nothing but a Colgate disgrace
You have a callick on the back edge of your personality
Your jokes aren't funny to me
You over react
They say opposites attract
You and I prove that fact
Everyone says you're perfect
But I pen your flaws
I sift and I dig holes in my memory
Trying to get myself to agree with me
When I say I don't love you anymore
That what we had will remain shattered on the floor
The shards reflect a blinding light
And I add that to my list of reasons
Of feelings to fight
All I ever do is write you love poems
That I tuck away
Folded into a dirty desk drawer to collect dust
I place them in my lungs because my heart is full of you
They contaminate me and you're all that I breath in or out
I'd say you're air but I don't need you
All I ever do is write you love poems
And missing you has absolutely.....
EVERYTHING to do with it.
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