I hoped to turn you into a poem

Sequester your soul into a sonnet
Contain your qualities in couplets
Herd your hopes into haiku

Because poems, I can control
I can preserve; can keep in stasis

I can keep the concept of you that I crave
I don't have to face the reality that I chose wrong
That you never were the person I thought

You are no more a poem than I am
Your meter and rhyme cannot be captured
I am ashamed that I tried to do so