I don't write about you
as often
as you'd like me to
there's a good reason
for that.

Most of the times
when I write
I'm *******
at something
so I just
let it out.

Poems
drip
out of my chin
when I'm
too drunk
on my emotions
or have
my head
too far
up my own
***.

You, love
most of the times
bring me peace
and quiet
even if at times
I have to
punch myself
on the chin
over an argument
I'll never win.

You,
are the reason
I don't take
any pictures
at all.

I'd rather—
You live
in my heart
and memory
for as long
as God
allows me
to have them.