It's all wrong.
All the words I want to use.
They just don't feel right;
Not when applied to you.

I want to say kind things,
But they don't apply anymore.
I want to say mean things,
But I don't have the heart.

It's all wrong.
You're not right.
I'm in chaos
And turmoil,
And it's all your fault.


All the similes,
Metaphors,
All the possible imagery
In the whole wide world!
And none of it seems to apply to you.

Nothing seems right.
And that's why I should know-
You're definitely all wrong for me.

But now it's a challenge,
And a puzzle.
I've got to find those words;
The ones that describe you.