I’ve written numerous
Poems for you
Each and every one
Delicately written
Pictures painted
With words bleeding
From my pen until
The paper is soaked
Yet you cast aside
The pain it is
To arrange
Those words for you
I'm pondering
If pouring
My heart out
Is worth it anymore
Well this poem
Will be torn up
Because you don’t
Deserve it
I wonder
If you ever did