You do not get to hurt my feelings and call it "art" I will not gift you in that way You own all the credit but I refuse to give you fame This is not a poem If it were it'd be titled with your name Details about how the clouds couldn't compete with me but instead, I am feeling that feeling with no name And that's why This is not a poem As I'm lying on this bed I will sign it and hide it within my drawer labeled 12 AMs Because you are not an artist They create beauty from their own pain But you have used mine You will never know what it said I still love you But I must remind you,