I'll never write you
anything you'd want to read.

Every poem written in your
honor will make you
wonder how I stand
to be in your presence.

It will always be angry, envious, and bitter.
I hope you never ask me
to write you something heartfelt,
because I fear you will never
get the love you want from me.

Once again old. Written in March. I'm sure you can guess by now why I took it down.