Is giving up the best option, because I'm at the end of my rope
Tongue tied, patience tried, I'm simply losing hope
I really don't want to be bothered anymore
Perhaps love was never for me
Emotions battle for control
I just fight to be free
But it's past midnight and I'm all alone, writing poetry about love
And I wonder why God cursed me with this deadly affliction
Everything I touch turns to poetry
And that isn't a happy bragging line
All the poetry I write is sad
And everything I touch becomes poetry
I wish I could just stop writing
Because all I write is about love
About thoughts
About life
And I hate it
I just want to go to sleep
But I know my dreams would only betray my illusion of calm
-i just want to sleep