Why must I constrict my poem to only ten words?

If
Problems
Follow
You
Everywhere,
I'd
Rather
Be
Miserable
In
California

I have this real bad pain,
in the back of my head that won't go away.
They lied when they said it gets easier.
It doesn't, just look at today.
There is this little voice that's constant,
asking why bother to stay.
I really consider quitting,
every time I have days like today.

My heart,
it screams for You.
Darling, it hurts way too much;
To live in this body,
when it begs for Your touch.

Love like a shower, never quite long enough.
You keep turning up the heat, because it’s getting too comfortable.
I could have soaked in your love, just a bit longer.
But you shut me down; never realize how I was so breakable.

Collapsible, like a fold up tent.
You used my walls to hide in,
but only until my warmth was spent.
I could have used some heat myself.
But I admit, I thought I was on top of the world.
Had me loving that view, from the pedestal on your shelf.