I've written a lot lately
Poems I refuse to post
Not really sure why
But it's her that bothers me most
I don't feel comfortable
Not with anything I say
I just wish I could erase my memory
And stop going back to those days
The betters ones
When things were different
When I wrote love poems
But now everything, I resent
Maybe I'll disappear
To where I can't be reached
At least not by the one
Who keeps me out of reach
To everyone, I'm distant
Cold all the way to the bone
This love will soon turn to hate
But even then I'll still be alone