don't read my poems
just to keep tabs on me  
that's not fair                                
don't lie when you comment on them
don't                                      
don't                          
you              
*dare

no, go away
you've had your opinion
i listened, i didn't get angry
now it's time
for you to go
before i explode

you doubt his love for me?                                                                
you didn't read the poems
you didn't hear the pain in his voice
you didn't see his tears because he had to go
you didn't know about the amount of times he threatened people
(because they had made me cry)                              you didn't see the change in him
you didn't see how he was to begin, how he improved impressively
you didn't count the times he told me he loved me
you didn't hear the happiness in his laughter
you didn't see the adoring smiles
you didn't see/know/hear
any of this
you doubt my love for him?                                                                
you have no idea
how much i love him
you have no right
to pose this opinion on me