If I were to write about you I would describe all the things you did wrong.
I would explain why you don't deserve me and why you never will.
I would write about your stupid jokes and your lack of empathy.
The way you never understood what "I love you" means
I could write a song about how much I hated the way you treated me.
And my poems about you not being there for me would  never come to an end.

I could write a thousant  books about you.
And they still would be about how much I love you.