Being with you is like writing a novel
You know were you want to go with it
But you end up having writers block

Her eyes switched from
lust to love in a matter of
seconds. I cannot describe the
things I felt in that moment
of time and I do not think
that I ever can.

And she said…

I luv you,
?
Where’s the

O-v-e-

R
we truly
Over?

Or just yet
To begin?

Well, *** u

It’s convenient
To shorten words
To speed the converse
But love
Should be handled
With delicacy
You’re lack of concern
Brought
“I luv u 2”
In return
You’re more mathematical
Than poetical
And I accept our difference
But your indifference
Once I brought it
To your attention
Is well worth
The “*** you” aforementioned

Option, n.: "It's like you're punching me with words," you say. At least be grateful I didn't use a knife.

a.g

I have lost my words
and my wisdom is gone
I am not a poet anymore,
am I?

She has seen me tremble
and has seen me cry
you know you're in love
and yet you don't know
why.